“Oh, what a cute baby!”
If you, like me, have been blessed with baby experiences, you’ve often heard this phrase, or even uttered it yourself.
“Oh, what a cute corpse!”
Bet you haven’t heard that one though.
With too much time to think lately, it occurs to me that life’s two extremes, birth and death, get vastly different types of coverage.
Growing up is much more popular than growing down.
Consider the many different options for how to have a baby, from home births to dropping the newborn into a pool of water, then the countless ways to approach and deal with the phases of child development. Of course, the celebrations of “firsts,” the first word, “dada,” (or was that “dodo?”), the first step, then walking, running, and on to the first day of school and driving a car.
Why do you think there isn’t the same attention and celebration paid to the steps in the death of a demented person?
“Oh, wow, can you believe it, mom just started babbling.”
“Oops, he doesn’t remember our names anymore, let’s have a beer.”
“Ewww, Mom didn’t find the toilet this morning.”
No, folks don’t pay nearly as much attention to growing down as they do to growing up.
Seems staring mortality in the face is scary.