I like birth. It’s the thing that makes me soft. And I mean, I try to hang with a tough outer shell, but when it comes to birth I go soft.
I can’t explain it, but if you’ve had a baby at home. You know what I mean when I say birth is a worshipful experience.–if you haven’t, I just gave you another reason to throw me on the crazy train. I’m cool with that.
If we weren’t doing radical crazy things all the time, I would seriously look into becoming a midwife. I’ve always wanted to, and on the inside the idea still lingers. Maybe for another time.
you never know.
Thanks to Kelly’s blog, middle little and I have been watching Birth video’s all day. I wept when the little in this video entered the world. Please don’t tell. Gotta protect that tough outer shell.
And okay, I feel like I have some okay to weep over birth as I’ve been given a great privilege to photograph a couple of lovely mamma’s getting ready to have their babies.
Oh I love birth. Excuse me while I grab a tissue.
Again, don’t tell. tough outer shell. Remember? ^_^