It's not about me

 I know, you haven't heard from me in awhile. I've been slack with writing blog posts recently. It all has to do with the movie I saw with my hubby last week. My hubby and I regularly watch DVDs through Quickflix, a DVD rental service. Anyways, my all time favourite movie is 'Life is Beautiful' that came out 15 years ago. My hubby had never seen the movie so we borrowed it last week and finally sat down during the weekend to watch it.

 It's a beautiful story about a father who shields his son from the horrific tragedy of war and the Holocaust through laughter and love. Because I'd seen the movie before, I didn't think I would tear up at the end, but I was fighting back tears by the time the movie was over. Now that I have a son of my own, the relationship between the father and son seemed so real and heart wrenching. How could a whole nation agree to killing off mass numbers of people? How could something like World War happen?
 
 Then all of the sudden, writing about Hazzy's new tricks or my recent craft projects all seemed so trivial. How can I write about these things when people are dying out there? It even felt wrong to write about my comfortable life when there was so much pain in this world. I needed some time to fully accept that this world is not about me. There are things happening in this world, things bigger than my chronic post-baby exhaustion. Ever since I got pregnant, my world became my baby, our family. That was all that mattered and that was the only thing I had energy for. But I realised I've been selfish. I've been shallow.

 I don't know how this realisation will change my life. The things I do might not change. I'll still be changing nappies and singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' over and over again. But I won't be complaining any more because I've got it good. And I will raise up children that are tolerant to others but also know when to stick up for what is right and what is good.  

No matter what, life is beautiful.

Source: IMDb