Mothering and Midwifery
I thought I had to surrender one to honor the other, but they are braided into the same golden thread.
This is my season. This is my path. I am exactly where I'm meant to be.
I thought I had to choose…
To fully surrender to Mothering meant putting Midwifery on a shelf, waiting for another season, another version of me, to return to the path. But that separation created a quiet discord inside.
Because Midwifery isn't something I do. . .
Midwifery is WHO I AM.
And Mothering is the living altar where it all gets practiced.
The other night, as I tucked my daughter into bed, she looked at me and whispered… “Mama, you're so magical. You're so beautiful. You help so many people… And you still get to stay home and take care of us.”
Through all the rage, the grief and the anxiety I've had to meet these past few years, her words met me like a balm.
Because even in my messiness, even in my imperfection… I am the center of her universe and she sees me.
This journey is not linear. It's not tidy. It's full of paradox, transformation and fire.
But today I honor this truth:
When we choose mothering, when we choose presence, when we choose to weave our sacred work through the seasons of our home.
We become medicine… For our children, for our community and for ourselves.
To the Mothers who are remembering. To the Mothers who are also Midwives, healers, artists and visionaries.
You don't have to choose. You are it all. There's a seat at the table for YOU.