Tonight I'm feeling a bit....uneasy.
After watching a friendly show on Netflix with my husband we got in a conversation about something on the show....Osteogenesis Imperfecta (aka: Brittle Bone Disease) to be exact.
(This is the part where my husband lights up like a firecracker...I mean, he's a med student.)
After talking about brittle bone, we talked about how the eye works, how cells work, how placentas are formed, how the heart works, diseases, and more diseases.
But of course he used much more complicated words that are far beyond my capacity to remember let alone REPEAT to all of you my fellow readers.
He started looking up diagrams online to help me understand.
That's when I started to feel uneasy.
Being a woman, I totally over-analyzed.
"He knows way too much."
"Does HE know how much he knows?"
"What have I been DOING with all my time while he's LEARNING?"
"I know NOTHING."
"He uses WAY more of his brain than I do."
"Have I just been wasting my brain's knowledge capacity?"
I mean, I know that being a wife and mother is extremely important but I feel enclosed in this bubble of Dr. Seuss books and figuring out how to keep my house clean. His bubble contains things like, "I've felt what a LUNG feels like and its the softest thing in the world".
How can I compete with that?
All of a sudden the world is getting bigger and bigger.
I'm getting smaller and smaller.
I ask Tyson, "What's something I know that you don't?"
His response, "You know how to make Cinnamon Knots."
He gives a smirk.
My eyeballs roll.
Although I admit, I like these conversations with my husband. Watching him LIGHT UP cause he can teach me something that he's passionate about as well as learning new things (that unfortunately I'll probably forget by tomorrow morning).
But I currently feel like a speck of dust floating through space.
I gotta keep telling myself that its OK to feel like a little person in a big world. But instead of hanging on to whatever I can in order to survive, I need to simply enjoy the ride and take this opportunity to learn something new.
What he memorizes are charts, medicines, diseases, and the body.
I memorize signs that my children give to show they need something, recipes that use up what I have in the fridge so I don't waste money and food, and what time I need to START getting myself and the kids ready to go somewhere in order to make it on time (with which I admit I still struggle).
I'm really not even sure why I'm blogging about all this. I guess I need an outlet for all this uneasiness.
So, for those of you still following this post....or this blog...now you know what I'm feeling.
At least what I'm feeling right now.