Monday, April 23, 2012

A Mother's Philosophy of What

I have become used to running errands with my children. Before my husband was deployed, my husband and I would take turns watching the children while the other ran the errands and took the children to their activities. When my husband left for Asia, I struggled to go anywhere with my children. Now I have learned to enjoy their company at least until one of them throws a tantrum.

I am a housewife of a white collar executive who works for the federal government. The military is his part time job and his true passion. I do nothing all day and do not understand the struggle of the average American woman.

I barely have time to fix my hair or even put on make up. I give myself manicures and barely have time to go to the gym. I sleep when I can which isn't often because my son has been sick. Last week he had a febrile seizure and his little face turned blue. I had never been so scared in my life. I barely slept after that for I had to check his breathing whenever it was too quiet.

When I get a quiet moment I read about Metaphysics. Why? I really don't know. I noticed that many of the philosophers never married or had kids. You don't question God or your existence when your child's face turns blue. Suddenly the world centers on that little empty face and all you want is that face to look at you again. Who cares about the universe at that moment? You realize that God rules over all and you are helpless without him.

No wonder Nietzsche went insane. He declared that God was dead. The universe then became to enormous and empty for his mind. What human could possibly understand the eternities without divine assistance. (Does this make me a Thomist? )

I realize I am writing in a modern style but doesn't realizing that make me post-modern. Why yes, it does. I am post-modern whether I like it or not.

Now to go check my twitter @purpleduchess.

2 comments:

  1. Good post! Keep it up

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  2. There is true happiness to be found in the gospel.

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