My daughter had a baby boy a few weeks ago. She pulled
through like a trooper, doing what all mothers have to do. She endured brutal
pain, super stamina, and boisterous joy. Since then, she and I talk about how a
baby and a mother instinctively know what to do, and how marvelous that is.
Intuition is present in its best form.
One big problem that I can’t figure out, is what am I
supposed to do? I know my role is easy. I sleep through the night, I don’t have
to pay for him, and the guilt I had with my two children is no longer present. I
try to be supportive and not smothering. I want to be helpful and available,
but I live 150 miles away. It’s silly to worry, since I received the greatest
gift. My daughter, her husband, and her son are happy and healthy.
Like everything in life, my role will evolve and
expand. Love is the start. Intuition comes next. Trust and care follow.
Now ask me how many moons I’ve jumped over in the last
sixteen days? The answer? Well, I can’t count that high.
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