When we think about our fondest childhood memories, we often think about family trips to Disneyland, opening Christmas presents at the crack of dawn or cannon ball contests off the dock with our cousins while the sun makes our skin tight, like leather. It is unusual for one to reminisce their birth and first few weeks of life. In œMy first Weeks by Sharon Olds, a very graphic and explicit story is retold as the speaker thinks back to his or her first few weeks of life and how glorious they were. Upon being born, we are naïve to the complications of life and it was so easy to find happiness and comfort in something so simple. Through all of the specifics in this poem, Olds is reminding her audience to cherish the small and simple things in life.
Entwined in the 37 lines of this poem, this newborn babys greatest joy is the milk he or she is given to indulge in every four hours. The anticipation to wrap your lips around the nipple, your mothers or the bottles, sucking for the milk youve been waiting for the past four hours and the satisfaction of getting it is not something any adult would hold onto as the highlight of their day. These precious moments have even been defined by the speaker as œparadise (20).
Glorifying these simple moments remind the reader how simple life could really be. The older we get, we tend to long for things such as electronics, cars or the hottest new pair of shoes and the overwhelming sense of love and closeness we had from being with your mother drinking the milk from her breast is forgotten too soon.
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The best things in life arent free either. The one thing most beautiful in this babys life is not accessible to whenever he or she wants. This baby has to wait for it, and develop patience. Waiting every four hours for it, makes it taste that much better every time he or she gets it. œParadise/ had its laws- every four hours and not/ a minute sooner I could drink, but every four/ hours I could have the world in my mouth./ Two weeks, and then home, to the end of the hall/ where at night a nurse would give me four ounces of/ water every four hours, and in the meantime I shrieked for it./ They knew it would build my character,/ to learn to give up, and I learned it (20-28) Being reminded of the discipline we learn very early in life over something so simple¦ (better concluding sentence¦?)
Only being alive for two weeks and being at the mercy of your mother and nurses, this baby still describes life as œGlorious life! (32) and thinks of this time as nothing but happiness, despite the lack of complexity.. (expand on body here¦)
