Happy Birthday Heron
Heron turns one tonight, around 3:30 in the darkness. It's been ten years in one year, his first turn around the sun. The journey with his feet, the two babes, the preschool, the world. So grateful he is here, so grateful he is beginning to sleep at night, so grateful I am a mother. That wish came true. That wish came true, Kate. Wishes come true.
The echoes of his birth are a balm. Heron's birth was very healing for me. I hated it but I did it, simply, at home. That fact, that incredible truth, is a bright light inside me. Birthing has changed me forever.
Right now, at 7:38 pm, I was probably lieing on my side in our bed, holding onto my friend's hand and singing from the soles of my feet through my heart to the top of my head, to the tips of my hair, to the sky. She was singing with me. Thank you.
Thank you to all who held us this year. Especially, I have been thinking of my parents. And all the friends who gave a long day to take us to the Shriner's Hospital in Spokane and back again. I love how you love my son. Thank you.
At the culmination I was in bed again. I wanted people with me again. Samuel was catching our gift from the universe. Our friend was beside me, holding on. Lisa was calling me sweetheart. And he was being born. My little feather.
If I could make one wish, it would be this: that each day, even for just a moment, I remember.
K.
The echoes of his birth are a balm. Heron's birth was very healing for me. I hated it but I did it, simply, at home. That fact, that incredible truth, is a bright light inside me. Birthing has changed me forever.
Right now, at 7:38 pm, I was probably lieing on my side in our bed, holding onto my friend's hand and singing from the soles of my feet through my heart to the top of my head, to the tips of my hair, to the sky. She was singing with me. Thank you.
Thank you to all who held us this year. Especially, I have been thinking of my parents. And all the friends who gave a long day to take us to the Shriner's Hospital in Spokane and back again. I love how you love my son. Thank you.
At the culmination I was in bed again. I wanted people with me again. Samuel was catching our gift from the universe. Our friend was beside me, holding on. Lisa was calling me sweetheart. And he was being born. My little feather.
If I could make one wish, it would be this: that each day, even for just a moment, I remember.
K.
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