I was there for the birth of each of my children. I cut the cord on three of them, the miracle of my second son being the only one the doctor took a hand in. To this day, when I watch a birth in classes that I took, read about it in a book, see it faked in a movie, I am moved to tears. I can’t explain it.
The heroism of the mother as she endures the pain, the amazing anatomy that God created that affords such safety and environmental control that then changes so drastically, the structures of the umbilicus and placenta, and the beauty of the closed eyes, the shocked reaction to this world, the struggling, grasping little hands, all play on my heart and mind.
Scientifically, it is strong enough evidence to refute evolution completely.
Emotionally, I can’t get over the promise, the amazement, LIFE!
As I have previously stated, I’m struggling with forgiveness. I am weighing the pros and cons of letting go of what I can’t control, the hurts done to me, the hurts I have done to others. And it strikes me that it is has many similarities with giving birth.
Hear me out ladies.
The pain involved (you definitely get honors on the physical level girls), the contrasts of relaxing and pushing, the mess, the despair, the fear, the hope, the strength, the courage, and all to bring new life.
To abort this process, to keep this life inside, to deny the pain and difficulties, is to walk hand in hand with our enemy.
In life, in birth, in forgiveness, we all have a choice.