My mom sent me a link to a remarkable blog post today, at The Yarn Harlot. I know what you’re expecting – a knitting story. So was I. But it wasn’t – it was a reflection on birth. And it had me all teary on the bus this morning. I wanted to share a little here, and I encourage you to read the whole thing.
Nothing else compares to watching a woman move mountains with her own self, to watching her rise to a challenge and meet the moment with all she has, and that experience is only enhanced when she is supported by those who care for her, respect her, and want her to be empowered by the journey.