Think about how much an active womb resembles a roulette wheel. The shape, the throwing of the ball into the bowl, the chances taken – all of it fits on some level.
I believe I know why I’ve never heard of a gambling-themed baby shower.
Just the same, I can think of three ways parenthood resembles a trip to Biloxi. Thrilling uncertainty: it lures even “practical” people into wild visions of delight. The chance of walking away with a “gift”: this appeals to anyone with a shred of longing. But the willingness to accept any outcome… now that, ladies and gentlemen, really brings the analogy home for me.
When we’re expecting, we examine many things, just as others examine us. Of all the wonderful explorations that occur around conception, birth and growth, my most riveting came from one question: “Am I ready to – consciously – surrender the rest of my life to uncertainty?”
Parents never discover the effect their little bundle of joy will have on their lives until it arrives. Then we often – unconsciously – commit to fulfilling all the expectations of others and ourselves. Most of these expectations catch us unawares after we’ve walked away with the winnings. Sure, we can make decisions. We can decide what numbers to play. But if we think that gives us control, we’re kidding ourselves. Children have an amazing knack for dropping into whatever slot on the wheel they pick, regardless of where we placed our hard-earned cash. Even when all the medical screenings come back bright and cheerful, and even if our DNA seems promising, we cannot predict how many times we’ll have to keep our cool in the toy aisle. Or take a deep breath when our teenager has a meltdown. Or watch our 3-year-old undergo general anesthesia.
If you can walk away from a table in Biloxi empty-handed and still say you had a good time, then you’re ripe for parenthood (and life). No matter the outcome, we can find ways to experience our children as amazing gifts and teachers. No amount of cash winnings can compete with that. Actually, children emerge to surprise and test us. This may come as a surprise, but your roulette wheel is biased. And it’s also all arranged in advance. That’s the funny part: we get exactly what we asked for. We just didn’t anticipate how our wishes would come true.
For instance, I went through years trying to figure out the cleverest way to please the most people, so that my life could be predictable and “successful”. In 2000, my son received an Autism diagnosis; he quite often rolls outside the region of expectation and predictability. Yet every time I stop cringing in dread of unpleasant outcomes and uncover my eyes long enough to see how we’re doing, what do I see? This beautiful boy instinctively understands and lives what’s important… and makes good grades too. Over the years, I’ve noticed that every one of his little “quirks” seems to directly address one of my hang-ups. One by one, he helps me release them. What a selfless gift.
The most powerful blessing arrives with the attitude that accepts whatever arises.
Can you imagine a roulette gambler expecting to control the spin of the wheel and the settling of the ball? Expecting to know how children will turn out creates a similar invitation to learn first-hand about odds. It’s so tempting to plan, hope, dream, and use our children to define ourselves. That’s the giddy anticipation part. Yet those expectations hold no sway over how life unfolds. Parenthood sometimes seems to imply responsibility for the outcome. I visualize gamblers glaring at each other once the ball settles onto its number, as if one of them made it fall right there, right then. Somehow, it’s much easier to laugh at that image than to chuckle at our own unvoiced expectations surrounding parenthood.
When we view parenting like placing a bet on a wheel, we give ourselves permission to have no idea what will come our way. ‘Permission’ plays a key role in how much we enjoy our spin of the wheel. Feeling permission to wonder, question, and observe liberates us. Releasing self-expectation is one of the most generous and liberating acts a parent can perform.
For anyone who experiences an exuberant moment, learning that she/he faces the prospect of parenthood, it’s worth also taking a pregnant pause. Consider the deep blessing of meeting uncertainty as teacher, and that you’re about to get your butt kicked by having your wishes fulfilled. Embracing the uncertainty of parenthood states that you’re willing to take whatever may come, place your bets, and continue breathing while the wheel slows and the ball gets ready to drop.
Wow! Nice comparrison. I have always believed that autism is a beautiful gift and like you, those that are blessed by it are gifted too. Autistic beings have a focus like a Palm Tree on things greater than what is seen down here. Your son is a beautiful blessing to you and it is amazing how well you see that through all that he offers. You have a beautiful open view of life.
Thank you, Tara! It has been such a beautiful teaching to watch him grow. I love the palm tree analogy, it suggests so many parallels. At 14, he is beginning to become self-aware… I would blog more about him, but I prefer to have him continue to speak to me, lol!
I am giving you a standing ovation!!! This is a fantastic post, every word so completely true. This was the ride I was on with my first born (now a wonderfully inquisitive four year old!) And now we are making the attempt at receiving the gift of parenthood for the second time. It’s been more of a challenge this time, but for all the reasons you’ve unveiled here, it is worth the journey! I also really enjoyed reading about your son and the gifts he has and gives as a child with Autism. This is so close to my heart, I used to work as an Applied Behavioural Therapist for children with ASD. I miss so many aspects of that job, the love, the trust and the hope these very amazing children have to offer.
Thank you so much, Cassie! Best wishes for the ball to drop just where you want it (and on time, lol!)!
We’ve been very fortunate since Lucas’ “problems” have been mild compared to many… Ironically, one of his characteristics is that he entertains himself very well. I’m not sure how I would have managed as a single mom for those years if he had been otherwise. He really is a blessing… :-)
You have got it so right. I remember the months of anticipation, worry and happiness we had with our son.He is now a bouncy 10 month old, inquisitive about everything around him. Excellent post :-)
Cheers!
How wonderful! You’re in for the ride of your life! (You thought the bus was an accomplishment, eh? ;-)
A blessing indeed…and kudos to you as a single mom, you are a woman of strength and integrity :)
thanks, dear!
Again very touching, although my brother ‘the heart has not been diagnosed, I have always felt he had an autistic ‘character’ (if that makes sense)
As he is now living with me, he has given me the opportunity to see myself in the purest most loving way.
He is the only person, that has ever truly seen all of who I am and as scary as that is for both of us at times, he teaches me what it means to love unconditionally…..even at times, when we have to let go.
Wow, what a blessing for you both! When I found his blog from clicking one of your links, I knew I had stumbled across two really wonderful people :)
What I’ve been told, and come to see clearly is that showing unconditional love is one of the main reasons “Autistic” people are appearing to us more now than ever before. My son is the most unconditionally loving person I’ve ever known. I’ve done my best to love and accept him unconditionally, and have been delighted to watch him find his own path.
And letting go IS a form of unconditional love… I have a feeling you’re very good at it.