Good Morning!
Today is one of my Birthing days! Oh how I was so young! It was 1969 and so many things were going on in the world. I woke to pains that were so new to me. My second child was letting me knew I must prepare for the labor of birthing a new world for a soul.
Yes, I was ready.
I was alone and wishing my mate was with me, but he was no where...only myself, in the darkness of pain and worry.
Would this child that I was about to take responsibility for, be a light in my world ?...I was scared - but at the same time, relieved that the weight of my heavy belly would be relieved with a last push.
I gently woke up my little son that was a few months from two years old and asked him if he would like to go to his auntie's home for a few days. His sleepy eyes squinted at me in a look that was confused. I cuddled him as I stiffled a wince of the pain deep inside me, then wrapped him in a quilt as I carried him to the car. The darkness was brightened ever so little with a blanket of white in the Montana morning which before dawn is especially cold. To my sister-in-law I drove, my son resting his head next to my hip.
with each moment, I knew I was getting closer to having two children to care for...alone. He was asleep when I dropped him off and continued to the neighboring town to the hospital...60 miles away...the roads were glistening and the sparkles danced in the light of the lightberams in my old car.
The miles passed almost instanly and the pains were closer. I knew this was not far from coming full circle as I felt a warm liquid uncontrolibly release and my clothing was wet as I entered the hospital door. The staff knew instanly what to do as I signed the last minute papers I was made comfortable. the pains were so regular and fast that I seemed not to have relief for a moment. I looked outthe only window I could see to witness the rays of sunlight streaking over the hustle and bustle of the city winter scene.
Another pain and the nurse ran out as I silently screamed in my mind.
I remember a man saying "PUSH!" and I could no longer stand the pressure as I audibly screamed in unison with a tiny voice. Dark wet hair gleamed as I looked at my belly where , now, a tiny babe lay. "She is a pretty little thing" said the nurse that wiped my brow. I smiled and knew she would be my pride. My love...My purpose and my gift given by the Goddess.
Yes, I was young...and so was she. Our birthday as the Lord prepared another wheel to light the world.
I will say that my daughter is truly a blessing and as I remember this day...I again, thank the Goddess for this special gift to me...when I was young..and now that I am old...she still blesses me.
Happy Birthday, Kellie DAWN. You were born Greeting the Sun. You are my light.
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