What’s so wrong with putting THAT in your pipe and smoking it?


Written by Karen, a mom without a blog

Society puts a lot of expectations on mothers.  But most of the heaviest burdens to shoulder are the ones we put upon ourselves as the nurturing leaders of our households and neighborhoods. But, I was speculating recently…can mothers have fun doing something unusual – something un-motherly – without GUILT


I mean, don’t we all need a little something that gives us a much needed break from the stressful daily routine of keeping our household afloat?

I have to confess, my friends old and new, that there is something that in a few blissful hours last summer, provided me such absolute and unexpected pleasure that I truly have to share.

I am in love with the hookah…

Huh?

Yes, it is true, this suburban housewife and mother of three growing daughters LOVES the hookah – a truly wonderful way to shed (or share) my worries and allow myself to revel in the moment and completely be myself!

As you know, there are not many things that we can experience in our 40s when we’re moms with little ones running around that is out of our comfort zone. We are all about the kids and the occasional date and/or getaway (if we’re lucky enough to get a tax refund check!) with the hubby. The craziest I usually get is paying money for someone to scrub and rub my feet and paint my toenails! I mean that is WACKY, isn’t it?

I’m hoping right about now that you are not all worried about my psyche or my spirituality or anything (you know who you are)… I’m admitting this not to give my family members reading heart attacks or anything. I’m just going to try to EXPLAIN something about me.

This is about me. Me. Me. Me. Not my cute kids. Not my wonderful husband. Not my life in Salt Lake City. No – just me. And one teeny-weeny, little dirty secret…

Which is truly not all that dirty…

Here’s the scoop. The Hookah – The wikipedia definition is: “a single or multi-stemmed, often glass-bottomed, water pipe for smoking.”  Smoking? Gasp! I’ve never been a smoker AT ALL folks, just FYI… Anyway, here’s the link for more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hookah

I had a moment last summer of me just being me. And it involved the use of the hookah. I was with a diverse group of seven – two who were old friends, the rest were new to me. We varied in age from 20 to 42 (not me thankfully, I was only 41 back then). We varied in profession, education, accomplishments, aspirations, sexual preferences, cultural backgrounds, politics, religion, personality, living situations, etc. etc. etc. You name it and we were DIFFERENT in every way.

What did we have in common? Open-mindedness, the feeling of comfort, the need to feel safe in the telling of our worries, the desire to just EXIST in the moment, and… the willingness to break out the hookah!

Picture this large water pipe – looks very much like a colored vase, very artistic… add water, charcoal (the igniter), flavored tobacco (or tobacco-free herbal fruit) and voila! A “peace pipe” in every sense of the word. The “arm” attachments are passed around to partake of the tasty substance. Because of the water, the smoke does not burn. The hookah has been around for at least 1200 years and goes by many different names. Hookahs currently are a welcome part of cafes around the globe and have been the center of gatherings of folks in countless countries as a way to come together, to ponder life, to discuss issues, to solidify friendships…

It has been about so much more than the SMOKING.

Now, I’m not an idiot, I do know that some folks have been known to add some illegal substances to the hookah… but that is not the issue here either. The issue is ME. And I don’t think I want to judge what people add to their hookahs in the privacy of their own homes. I just totally like the idea of people coming together in such a manner that is almost MANDATORY to get along and respect each other.

This is the part of me that NEEDS to be nurtured – the part that digs on meeting new people and getting to know the old people even better and deeper. I don’t care if we are like-minded, I just want a safe place to be myself and hear what you have to say. And feel like there’s no judgement or tension brewing in the air. The hookah absolutely did that for me in those too-brief summer moments on my girlfriend’s back porch.

Now, in the time I’ve been back to reality, I haven’t been brave enough to purchase a hookah myself (what’s that about!). I guess I still am about what the neighbors will think in a certain fashion. And it’s not something I want my kids to learn about quite yet.

But the idea still lingers in my head…what a welcome addition a few hookahs could be to the next heated council or school board meeting, what do you think? ☺

Seriously though, folks, what is not to LOVE about all of us coming together around the hookah to just be, to just BE

What could be bad about this?

Besides a small, smoke-induced cough now and then.


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