Birthing Is An Amazing Thing

Birthing is an amazing thing.

Twenty eight years ago it was the anticipated contractions of the all too familiar process of birth.

 I had done this before.

 The morning was average.  Bustling around to get Jeremiah, my oldest son, off to school and then after gaining the attention of Sarah, my 4 year old, long enough to dress and  supervise her version of breakfast , there was vacuuming, dishes, and laundry.  A normal day until a strange feeling began to come over me.  Not quite sick.  Not quite well.  The flu maybe?  Did I mention I had done this before?  Maybe I should have assessed the signs better, but finally around five o’clock I decided to call my doctor.  Yes, they loved this – time to go home and a pregnant woman calls. 

Sitting up from the white papered examining table, while feeling what I was now convinced was a contraction, my doctor said,

       “Well I think we will have a baby late in the night or early morning.” 

This was about two weeks earlier than expected. Suddenly thoughts rushed through my head of things I needed to do.  Pack a bag, (should have done that already), make arrangements for the kids to stay at Grandma’s,  get groceries for the family since I will be gone a few days  - my mind dashed through my self-inflicted must get done list. 

It was six thirty as I was packing my bag when the pain thrust me backwards onto the bed. 

By six forty five we were on the way to the hospital.

At nine thirty 6 lb. 14 oz. Jameson Tanner, (J.T.) arrived. 

Birthing is an amazing thing.

Anticipating, waiting, expecting, laboring, (in every sense of the word), kneads together like dough creating a form of beauty.  A work of love.  A design of art.  A breaking off of oneself into a separate creation of its own, yet forever tied to you by the invisible cords of anticipating, waiting, expecting, laboring, beauty and love twined together. 

My child was that and more.  He glowed in my life for 22 years as I held him, touched him, encouraged him and yes, watched him maneuver into a young man separate from me, yet corded to me. 

Now I honor his birthday as a celebration of his creation.  Even though he is no longer physically with me it remains his birthday and by way of counting, his 28th.  The birthing was difficult.  But, oh, so worth it.  I believe J.T. was gifted to me for the purpose of learning life lessons – his and mine. And in many ways he is the reason for these writings about living your Spirit and being Brave in the process.

After anticipating, waiting, expecting, laboring, (in every sense of the word), the Writings From The Corner of Spirit and Brave is born.  I expect in the years to come I will hold it, touch it, encourage it and watch it maneuver into something separate from me, yet corded to me. 

This is my gift to you for the purpose of learning from life lessons – yours and mine. 

Birthing is an amazing thing. 
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