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O is for opposition

In my church, there’s a doctrine about opposition:

For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, . . . righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. (2 Ne 2:11)

It’s easy to find the opposition in motherhood—from my kids (I do have a two year old!), from society, from myself. It’s harder to remember that this opposition is an important part of life. Without opposition, we wouldn’t appreciate to easy times, the good times, the happy times.

I’ve said it before:

In life, there will always be the bitter. Though I don’t dwell on it as much anymore, adjusting to motherhood will probably always be one of those experiences for me whenever I do look back on it. But, like the plum, there is so much more sweet than the bitter in motherhood—and without that bitter skin, I don’t know if I’d ever really come to value the sweet.

What do you think? How has the bitter helped you appreciate the sweet?

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The bitter and the sweet

The Write-Away Contest hosted by ScribbitThe stereotypical image of the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden is an apple. I must respectfully dissent from popular opinion here—if I had to choose a modern fruit to grow on the tree of knowledge of good and evil, I’d have to go with the plum.

It’s nothing personal against the fruit; I love plums. I love them so much that I buy them and eat them and enjoy them despite what I’ve long viewed as the fruit’s inherent flaw: the skin. Aubergine or carmine or ultramarine, smooth and cool, the skin of the plum holds the promise of its sweet flesh—but with a price.

When I eat a plum, the first bite follows a silent crescendo of anxious anticipation. As my teeth break that skin, I know that I will soon be enjoying the sweet buff- or burgundy-colored flesh of the plum, one of my favorite fruits. But as that sweet juice hits my tongue, it is immediately mingled with the tart tang of the plum’s skin.

Sometimes, I think of motherhood like a plum. I look at where I am in life, and I know that motherhood is my calling—and I couldn’t imagine giving up my sweet children. But at the same time, I have won that love for my children with a price that at the time felt bitter.

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I recently visited a friend, a first-time mom with a seven-week-old. I try to be cautious when talking to new moms; I can never tell if they’re one of the breed of mothers alien to me—they take to that newborn stage with glee, seeming to revel in the sleepless nights, the endless cycle of feedings, the near-loss of self.

My friend was more like me. “How could someone say they love being a mother?” my friend wondered aloud. “How could someone ever find this fulfilling?”

I knew how she felt all too well. When I first became a mother, the initial overwhelming surge of needs, lack of response and feelings of both boredom and inadequacy floored me—motherhood floored me. For weeks, it seemed, the first taste of motherhood, like the first taste of a plum, brought me gall.

I’ve often contemplated peeling a plum before eating it, just to avoid its bitter flavor. But I just know that no matter how sharp my knife, I’ll end up losing a lot of the already-limited sweet flesh if I try to take off that tart outer covering.

It was months before I finally began to taste the sweet of motherhood. It started small—very small—with the first grins. The way his eyes lit up when he saw my face. His laughter. Motherhood was still demanding, and it still is, but the smiles, the giggles, and the spontaneous “I love yous” give glimpses of the sweet dividends I anticipate.

In life, there will always be the bitter. Though I don’t dwell on it as much anymore, adjusting to motherhood will probably always be one of those experiences for me whenever I do look back on it. But, like the plum, there is so much more sweet than the bitter in motherhood—and without that bitter skin, I don’t know if I’d ever really come to value the sweet.

If I had to pick a fruit to make one wise, to know good and evil, it would be the plum. It’s only in seeing the contrast that we really come to know the good and the evil, the bitter and the sweet.

References: Genesis 2 and 3

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