four surefire ingredients for public speaking success
On the eve of standing in front of a crowd, there’s nothing that eases confidence more than a sore throat, a drippy nose, hormonal acne and a vicious sextuple outbreak of herpes simplex. RRROWR.
I’ve never spoken in public other than 1) yelling for another beer from across the room and 2) weepily announcing to everyone at our wedding that I adored them after two double rye and cokes.
And this isn’t just ‘public’. This is mothers and fathers gathering to remember lost babies. I feel so indebted to them, so invested in their contentedness on this day. And I feel a bit like a fraud.
I’ll get up there and see those faces and think I’m so sorry. I’m not really one of you because I lost a baby, but had another to take my milk. No matter how intense the six weeks of Liam’s life and the twelve hours of his death, Ben came home and Evan was waiting with incessant demands to bathe up to his neck in a tub full of nestle quik.
Survivor’s guilt is having the same nightmares, the same visions, and only one-half of the same outcome. I know how the pungency of morphine overpowers the scent of a baby when it’s dosed through a needle in the scalp. And I came home to a noisy house with an infant who may have been small, but who nursed like a dog with a bone.
And so I’ll be sheepish, and not just for the multiple contagions and other unsightlies camping out on my face. But I’ll do my best to honour the babies there in spirit and their parents who try so hard to discern them.
And to amplify the love I know will be in the air.
Thursday, October 2, 2008 | |
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Reader Comments (24)
hugs,
Paula ;)
your power of words is a source of comfort to others. no matter those details of difference, it is the similiarities that matter. the love of spirit babies in the air.
i'll be thinking of you and all these families this weekend.
You know. You care. You get it . . . Fraud. No way.
I wish you all the luck . . . from a blog-hopping (post-perusing) stranger.
Also, ditto to Paula's comments.
We can't wait to see you. xoxdaph
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2008/10/five-star-friday-edition-26-which.html
We stand side by side with love and support, but each woman walks her own journey. Your own words, your own story, will help another woman follow her own path and that is what matters. I'll be sending you good vibes all day, and I'm sure I'll feel the love for each and every spiritbaby all the way down here.
Good Luck. You'll be great.
All the best.
excited to hear all about it.
You will do wonderfully. Unsightlies and all.
See? Truth is we're all just plain babylost, there really isn't any other way around it, is there?
I only wish I were visiting my in-laws in Edmonton...