Saturday, October 2, 2010

I can only hang with my mole people....

Today I am also hangin' at Hopeful Parents

I did a search on mole people and found that in urban legend, they are the groups of people that live underground in the subway system.

I also found this.....



.....my mole people are much cuter and not quite as shocking....

And them I found him....



Alas my mole person....

I named him Harvey.

And on many days I feel like I have joined him in his little hole.

My life has evolved to a deeper level. After Samantha, copious amounts of small talk, surface-level talk drives me insane.

I no longer do well at parties with people I don't know. Here's how I imagine my conversations.....

"Yes I like to dabble in scrap booking but ever since we adopted our eighth cat, I'm just way too busy."

I imagine myself casually taking the last cheese straw and saying "Yeah, well, my daughter died."

But I
don't , I don't do this. But these surface level conversations make me crazy.

I want to take things to a deeper level....
let's dig deep, go below the surface, where it is dark and dirty, where it's kind of stinky....where life is real.

And I love those who go with me. I love my mole people.

On Monday I went back to the job I left four years ago when Samantha got sick. I have been amazed at the people who stop by my desk with tears in their eyes and say, "I am so glad your back but I am so sorry about Samantha. I'm sorry you could
come back because she is no longer here."

It's messy, it's dirty, they don't have to take things to a deeper level but they do. They allow me talk about my pain, my life...the muddy, crappy, poo that unravels when you go a little deeper.

And I am so very appreciative.

I love my mole people. And if you're hangin' with me, congrats, you have received mole person status.

Although you are much prettier than my green buggy friend above.

Let's get dirty.



7 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I am so totally a mole. When my non-mole friends start driving me crazy, I go to my cave-house. I will invite you over soon.

Mamo said...

Interesting. My in-laws are so non-mole people it drives me insane. Can we really only discuss the weather and sports? My husband's entire life was non-mole, so we are trying to change him. Thanks for writing this, glad I'm not the only one who thinks that people should be real and deep with their friends and family.

Deana said...

Glad to have a little mole-time tomorrow!!

MJ Morgan, Writer said...

Oh, I love your authenticity, Heather! Hope I am on my way to mole status someday. Love digging deeper in my writing ... and in my living and loving.

Heather said...

oooh, dirty! Love it! You know me, I'm the queen of going deep. (A magazine devoted only to the dirty truths of motherhood, really???) You're right, life isn't life without the fellow moles willing to engage the dirt and sometimes, I warrant, excrement, found in those dirty holes. As I've come to believe, there is no freedom without bringing the shit to light. It's the only way.

KD said...

Bedrock! Magma Mama! We DIG you.

Amanda said...

Who have you been hanging around? I have something for you. Drinks sometime this month!