Friday, September 25, 2009

The Single Life

I wander through the still of night,
When solitude is everywhere—
Alone beneath the starry light,
And yet I know that God is there.

Theodore E. Curtis, "Come unto Him"


I've recently spent several days helping a friend—a single mother, a year or two younger than me—as she recovered from surgery. This friend's life is very difficult and hectic, even when she's feeling well, and her two-year-old is definitely an independent spirit. I was glad to help out so she could rest, but I was surprised how hard it was for me and how tired I felt afterward.

In the aftermath, I've caught the flu or something. It hasn't been very bad. Actually . . . I'm almost enjoying it. Weird, huh? But I'm really enjoying how, without a pang of guilt, I can pamper myself as much as I want. As I make myself some soup or put on a movie or mix up a pitcher of orange juice, I think, "Isn't it nice that I don't have to drive a kid anywhere or take care of a toddler who needs care no matter how mama feels? Isn't it nice that I work from home anyway, so I can stay in bed all day like this? Isn't it nice that I don't have to take care of anyone else but ME?" Yes, it is nice. It's exceedingly nice.

Nope, I don't have a husband to bring me soup and orange juice, worriedly caress my fevered brow, or other things I sometimes imagine. But I also don't have a husband who has to leave me for work every day anyway, and I don't have to feel guilt or resentment over a husband who doesn't nurse me the way I hoped to be nursed. I don't have roommates to rush to the store and buy medicine if I need it, but I also don't have roommates who make noise at all hours of the night or germophobically quarantine me to my small area of the apartment. It's a comfort to know that I have family and friends nearby to help me if I need it, but it's also nice to be sick without worrying about spreading germs or being in other people's way.

Like anyone else, I'd love it if someone stopped by to see how I was doing or brought me chicken noodle soup, but I've learned that people (including myself) don't really think about what sick people might like until they're sick themselves, so it doesn't bother me when no one does anything special. I'm glad to have the means and the know-how to do for myself. This is what my time in this rather selfish time of life has taught me: everyone is selfish most of the time. Most of the time, everyone is thinking about themselves, their lives, what they're doing or saying. Knowing that makes me glad to be single, because I have a valid excuse for at least some of that selfishness.

So here I am, in my quiet, peaceful place, resting on the couch among blankets and soft pillows, with a movie playing and dinner and water close at hand. Flu or not, life is good.

1 comment:

Stephanie said...

The toddler thing does get a little tiring... the other day I had to crash while Sophie tore up the house some more... ;) Hope you feel better soon.