Young Adults and Baby-Swimming

Have you sometimes thought what various things and matters are for?

I have just heard what young adults´ mothers are for. It is a simple thing: The children move away from home to live on their own. Time passes and suddenly all their daily property and official papers return back home. They themselves go and live somewhere far away. Now mothers become gardians of all bags, boxes and papers. That is what they are for now. At first this looks simple. However, if you happen to belong to the category of young-adults-moving-somwhere-away, you had better know a couple of things.

One is that all your bags and boxes are very welcome back home. Looking at them accumulating dust and cobwebs gives your mother a strange feeling of still-fully-meaningful existence.

Maybe I should give you a graphic explanation for this: Imagine a continuum describing your life. The present moment is a special point at the right hand end. The continuum goes on beside that point, but we have no precise idea how everything will take place. The future is intimately combined with your dreams. And your dreams become true plan by plan, decision by decision. Without dreams you cannot make plans, without plans you cannot make decisions. You had better have dreams, the bigger the better.

Some point on the extreme left hand side of the continuum your mother had a strange-feelingswise similar type of experience when compared with the present feeling at the right hand end of the continuum. That experience was there, when you were just a vague but insistent dream in her mind, when you were not yet born. That feeling became visible in the form of toys. Your mother - and maybe also your father - started buying toys, just in case they would be needed one day. They were probably just those toys that you first broke in your life.

All right, your bags and boxes are heartly welcome. They stay quietly in various corners of the house accumulating dust and cobwebs. Your papers and projects are a different thing. It is namely likely that your papers and projects have a restless and communicative character.

Some papers and projects require contact with other papers and projects. Sometimes these requirements appear suddenly and without any warning. This makes your mother really wish you were personally present and taking care of them yourself. That is when your mother concentrates her thoughts very intensively on you. This again makes you subconsciously feel that you have roots, your existence is highly valued, and your problem solving skills are greatly appreciated.

One more thing that you as a young-adult-moving-somewhere-away need to know is that your mother has a nose. She uses it for smelling your clothes. It may take her a couple of days to collect the energy and start picking up your clothes from the floor, from under the bed, from armchairs, from over-filled wardropes the doors of which cannot be closed any more etc. In other words from wherever your haphazard mind has dropped something.

Having collected enough energy to start collecting your clothes she takes every single piece of them, lifts it to her nose level and presses her nose deeply into it simultaneously inhaling all possible smells that the particular piece of clothing may have. It is a very analytic process. Your mother draws quick and definite conclusions of all activities, contacts and habbits connected with each particular piece of clothing and your life.

It would be very difficult for an outsider looking at the process to define the versatility of the analysis. Maybe an outsider would think that your mother is a kind pervert or somehow out of her normal state of mind. Anyway we can consider all this to be normal, if we remember that your mother is your history. Picking up shoes from the floor the size of which approaches that of a violin case, she remembers your newly-born tiny toes that smellt roses and asked to be kissed. Picking up your present adult size swimming suit she remembers how you were taken to baby-swimming and how she was crying on the previous night, because the baby was starting sports and simultaneously starting to go away from her.

You know that as human beings it is not enough for us to research life as it is now. As human beings we want to know how it all began. Was it a big bang, or was it not. Normal is not enough. We want to have more, no matter whether it is behind or ahead of us. And when you come back home you can smell all your clothes yourself. They have been washed and folded to form neat piles. They, too, are waiting for you.