May 24, 2018
We’ve been talking a lot about what it means to be kind in our house lately and it’s got me thinking. We encourage kindness and ‘being kind’ to Agatha almost on a daily basis, if not more than once. But what about within our grown up world? What does being kind look like? What do healthy boundaries look like and what does it look like to show respect, love and consideration for others feelings?
I often think about the way I write – I will admit, I am sometimes an annoyingly positive writer, both here on the blog but also in my daily life. I use a lot of exclamation points, I try to always hit each point that was shared with me via email or text message and I usually re-read what I wrote once to ensure it sounds the way I would say it.
May 9, 2018
A week ago I was double timing steps as I was waiting to pick up Aggie from her morning program. I was sleeping while she slept. I was walking around parks and forests barefoot trying to connect to the earth, to remember where I came from, to remind myself of what I am capable of but most of all to remember that both she and I were worthy of the birth we wanted.
I was scheduled to go in at 41+4 for the start of my herbal induction. My midwives here wanted to give themselves 3 days to ensure I was in active labour by 42 weeks – at that point, they would have to transfer my care to the hospital.
April 11, 2018
What does it look like to gather? To nourish? To fill up in a way that leaves you feeling strong, and inspired and supported?
That’s kind of what I like to think my Seasonal Mama Dinners do – at least for me. I always have this wild internal debate as I’m dreaming them up. Is it worth it? Will people come? Do I have what it takes to guide and love on 11 other women?
The answer almost always is yes. Yes, yes, hell yes. This time was a little different in that I knew I would be pretty pregnant for it. It was something that Jeff and I talked a lot about, but ultimately, the topic of choice –
April 10, 2018
What does it feel like to wait?
It feels like you’re supposed to keep doing normal life things while everyone is watching and waiting for this wild thing to happen.
It feels like every small tiny sensation is something big.
But wait, isn’t this big? Isn’t this huge? Isn’t this potentially 8 pounds 12 ounces of bigness sitting deep within you?
Breathe into it. Sink into it. Be a part of it. Dive in. I want to, and I’m trying to. It feels like it’s a constant surrender to the opposite of what life can normally look like. Because you aren’t really a part of it anymore are you? Every day is a release of emotions as you watch the snow fall for the umpteenth time (thanks Minnesota).