I posted this picture on Instagram last night, with the following caption:
Let’s be honest: besides the little human who now resides outside of the womb, my favorite post-pregnancy thing is the FOOD. To me, meal trains are love personified …shown through taqueria burritos and wine bearing family names. Thank you to those who have loved us and will love us in this way. It matters.
And it does. It does matter. Because too often in our social media-saturated culture, we forget about each other, even though we see each other all the time. We observe each other’s worlds (or at least the worlds we choose to portray) on Facebook and Instagram and Twitter, and we read about each other on our blogs – and it makes us think that we’re connecting with each other. But we’re not. We are like ships passing in the night, perhaps even lifting a hand or blowing a kiss in our friend’s general direction – though altogether failing to actually make human contact. Oftentimes, we entirely miss the point of connection, hoping that those we love know we’re thinking of them as pictures of their lives scroll through our news feeds, as a story they’ve told makes us giggle and laugh and think.
But we forget to call.
And we don’t always take the time to shoot a thinking of you text.
Letters and packages become virtually obsolete, and stopping by “because I was in the neighborhood” becomes a thing of yesterday.
Truthfully, I’ve had countless conversations with people about the simultaneous blessing and curse that comes with living in a technology-sodden cosmos, because, really, I’m just as guilty as the next person. But it brings us full-circle back to Point A: that’s why I love the meals that come post-pregnancy. Because, whether it’s made from scratch or picked up from the local taqueria or delivered via Munchery from 800 miles away, it’s love made tangible.
It reminds me that I am remembered …and not just another one of your 1000 friends.
It lets me know that I am loved and cared for and thought of …and not just another pixel-filled image taking up brain space.
And it nudges me to do the same, because this is what and who we’re supposed to be for each other, whether on the end of giver or receiver.
So, go. Do it. Make love – or Love, however you see it – tangible.
In this with you, c.
Some thoughts: Do you have a friend who just had a baby or lost a loved one? Is a buddy of yours sick or seeming overwhelmed? Reach out to him or her. Don’t just hope your psychic good vibes make the subliminal journey from one city to the next, but make love tangible. And if, for instance, you want to jump on providing a friend a meal, even though you live a state or two away, check out websites like Munchery or Caviar, which deliver chef-made meals right to your door. Pick up a restaurant gift card at Safeway and pop it in the mail. Enter their zip code into Yelp, and see what local businesses potentially deliver right to their door. Just do something. What about you? When you’ve need a helping hand, how have you been shown love? What other websites or ideas would you recommend to the rest of us?0