Tuesday, January 29, 2008

sunrise

The pink sun is peeking over the mountains. Crisp white snow and a clear blue sky greet our morning senses. So much color for this time of morning, so much on our plate today. The circle game continues. I'm a mama, I'm a midwife. I am blessed to be present when women are born as mamas. Today I will be turning my baby over to another midwife. As much as I'd like to keep her my baby, she'll be born as a woman with all of the joy and pain that comes with that new self. I will have to step aside as that process occurs. Ready or not here we go . . .

7 comments:

naturaljoy said...

Beautiful blog, call me when you get a chance.

lovely lindsay said...

here you are. your pretty little piece of cyberspace. i have been waiting and waiting to see what sort of words you would fill this up with. it's sounds like your adventure today went well and i admire you and your brave momma skills. i love you so.
-lindsay ann

mimi said...

well, there she is! i love that picture and would like a print of it maybe, please? we miss you today. i love how you push through...and you keep suiting up and showing up for life. thanks, man.

Pres&Jes said...

hi caiti.
you're really cool.
im glad you like my blog.
<3
we need to submit that picture to SOMEWHERE it can win a prize.

Mr. Furious said...

well, well, well...a toast to the newest member of the virtual commons: may the blogs bring us closer to the REAL communication that can only happen face to face! (And may your many posts make my agonizingly long day a bit more bearable.)

Steen said...

i'm still your baby, thanks.

BirthLady said...

The first thing I saw was the beautiful picture of you. I'm not using the word beautiful casually. The picture is truly beautiful. The whisp of hair, the dangling necklace and earrings. Simply beautiful. From someone who hasn't experienced one of my children having babies yet, I think they will always be our babies. They can at anytime, at any age look up at us with their big eyes and call for Mom. I don't see you stepping aside, but walking along with. Much like the footprints in the sand, when the man saw only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that God carried him. You will be walking alongside your baby as this journey continues.

You are a great Mom and I will model my behavior after you!