Can a Lion and a Lamb walk together?

My first thought was "Why am I taking a picture at my Ob's office?" However, I enter in this office weekly leaving inspired, strong and responsible for the choices I have made for my body while diligently listening to the voice of my womb guiding me. In several visits I have encountered different parts of my obstetrician and layers of her ability to attune to my thoughts, my fears, and my space of living. Two times she has made profound statements about my mothering and how invaluable time was with them. I have paused many times taking in her words , knowing that she is truly walking with me in this journey. Admittedly I want our walk to end while birthing , yet her presence is just as strong as anyone I have invited in my birth circle and yes I honor that, not because I believe she is my friend , but because she has remained who she was created to be. a lion.......A lion who supported a lamb . Yes, my path will turn from her when it's time for me to birth but I am not running with fear. I will be surrendering to my creation birthing the animal in me, a lamb with a meek and fearful spirit, as well as a lion who will protect and roar

My three gifts: "uniquely and wonderfully made"

"So what are you having?" He laughed and replied before I could, "Hopefully a left handed pitcher" My husband knows I can't bear to answer this very common question the millionth time so he cleverly has found creative ways to answer. Although what really made me sit was when someone said " I guess it doesn't matter, you have both." I thought about two weeks ago when I had a mothering gathering and with all the special moments in my birth circle; my children's presence spoke with no words. They carry my birth story with them, who I was at the time, and how I have grown in each of them. All three designed in different forms, yet shape who I am today as a mother. It's more than gender and it was meant to be more than what we plan as parents. They reflect my knowledge, my choices and my will power to learn more. During the mother gathering, I met my son and his face of knowing, remembering our journey. I breathed in our shared pain and the joy of learning what God led me to endure, led me to mother differently, and be led by a child who asked more than I could imagine. I vividly remember the fight to make choices in my last birth where I was questioned and ridiculed, but knowing my voice was his voice, teaching me to knock , seek & ask. Although I don't know where my journey lies with this amazing being; I know God's peace and promise that he never gives us more than we can handle , a scripture I read many times in my life but looking in the eyes of my children reminds me they are gifts of bearing, placing me in a meek and quiet spirit ready to humbly welcome another one of his creations, sitting at the feet of his chosen lesson.

"When are you due"....When are we ready?

A common statement most mothers hear when the waddle begins, the belly expands and the life of another becomes more present. In this pregnancy I have declined to answer, changed the subject and would pretend to not understand the question so I could sit still in the wonder of when my baby and me will be ready to move out of our symbiotic selves and out in a world full of good and evil. Due dates are really an estimation of the time of conception to the 9th month and technology has summed up the awaiting process for anxiously awaiting parents. My dilemma is a scripture that races through my head reminding me to not "boast for tomorrow" Parents have dreams for the unborn that get unleashed during pregnancy and it frightens me that I create a path for my children that is not of our maker. Of course, it's difficult to avoid this being married to a baseball coach as it's pretty obvious he has already reserved seats at the dodger stadium for boys and reminds our girls that they don't need to be cheering for athletes, they too can be one.
I dream too about this growing miracle inside me and at the same time mourn my last days of holding he/she in my body. Every time I hear, "When are you due?" I want to say never because it's not my journey or within my control, just as God planned for us in our mothering. We are reminded that we are not our babies, we are the dirt of God's making creating an extension of living.