Metaphor

So I received some inspiration last night at the 1am nursing session:

Having a baby and raising it is like eating a candy bar blindfolded. (I know amazing...about food)

My first two were like devouring a bite, and swollowing it before I even knew what it tasted like, I knew there would be more.

The third one I savored as much as I knew how and realized that it was good, and rare.

The fourth bite I really savored, I savored it even before I took the bite, ad with each instant, I savor it, notice every taste, texture, everything about it. Because I realize that it is really good, and really rare, and really fleeting. It might be my last bite...do we ever really know if it is? We have no idea where the end of the candy bar is, or if that was our last bite. Did we savor it enough? Are we grateful enough for the bite, there are so many who never get to taste it, but crave it. There are many who are about to take the bite, and it is gone. There are so many who take bites like my first two, we did it, but we didn't love it, or crave it, or savor it...then it was gone.

It still sounds okay to me, sometime the things I think of at 1am sound so wacky the next day. Do you like it?