Once upon a time, I was making a bad job of being pregnant. I was sooo morning sick, the whole way through, though working full time and going to law school five nights a week might have had something to do with my misery (and I was broke). I fainted regularly and I was anemic even on mommy-vitamins. I do not recall that time in my life fondly at all.
I do though, recall crossing paths with one of my sisters, probably the most conservative sibling of the seven of us, when I was approaching my third trimester. I was not married and not expecting to marry the baby’s father, I had not planned the pregnancy, and I was in therapy trying to sort out the kludge I had made of my whole entire, complete, overwhelming, blighted life. From this sister, I expected some judgment, or if she was feeling charitable, maybe platitudes. If she was feeling particularly saintly, maybe she’d limit herself to small talk and pleasantries.
What I got instead was wisdom. Said my sister, who is a mom four times over, unto me: This is not the time to castigate yourself, second guess your instincts, or run yourself down for past choices. You have done the best you could. Right now, just keep around you the people who are supportive and tell anybody else to get lost. That’s your focus and your job. The rest of it can all wait until you have the bandwidth to deal with it.
I was so grateful to hear a Starfleet directive that simplified my situation into a sensible, comforting, little lecture, that I about cried on the spot. I also followed my sister’s advice as best I could.
I’m struck in hindsight by how much I did not need information in that moment. I had a ton of facts in hand–how motherhood impacts earning capability (not for the best, in too many cases), how single parenting impacts children (ditto), what my options were if I had to drop out law school because the pregnancy became high risk (which it did do, of course). Facts and knowledge and data had reached the limit of their helpfulness and were in fact, making the problem worse.
I needed wisdom.
And that begs the question: In this age when we are deluged by information at chronic flood stage, when we can google anything, when we can wallow in facts, lies, statistics, and expert everything, where will we find wisdom? Where will we exchange and build on the wisdom we have? My sister’s advice in the present day could have been summarized in a social media comment, but something about her deep understanding of me–with whom she had played Barbies by the hour–illuminated what she chose to say and how she said it.
So I’m on the lookout for who and what is wise these days, though I recognize that the same person can be wise about, say, how to get somebody else’s book written, and a complete fool about how to manage her housekeeping (just fr’ instance as a random example).
Who or what has been a source of wisdom for you? Are there parts of life about which you’ve accumulated some wisdom? I suspect there are.
PS: Pre-order links are up for book two in the Bad Heir Day tales, The Mysterious Marquess!