I went on a road trip. Yep, just me and the road and the sky and the sun. It was absolutely glorious. I opened the sunroof and let my hair fly while I sang as loud as I could to Beth Hart’s soulful screams.
My travels took me through the breathtakingly beautiful state of Wisconsin to spend the weekend with a brand new momma and her gorgeous little lady (and her husband. and their cats.).
This is a momma who likes to be prepared.
She likes to know what’s coming and she likes to have a plan. And boy is she one smart cookie. I must say that the moment I arrived, I was instantly in awe of the way she is able to pair that knowledge and preparedness with an undeniable trust in her instinct and intuition as a new mother. I couldn’t help but get a little teary watching her nourish her baby at the breast like a champion while discussing everything she had learned about her options and ideas and research. It was so heartwarming to see two people move together in seamless motion, knowing exactly what the other needed. In honor of them, I have written this blog using a single space after each period. You’re welcome.
I also took a day trip to Minneapolis to attend the Birth Without Fear meet-up where I hugged (yeah. HUGGED) Mrs. January Harsh herself. We took a photo, she signed Dick-Read’s Childbirth Without Fear book, and I was a mess of emotions as I listened to her share each of her six birth stories. We also spent some very meaningful time in a healing circle of mothers talking about traumatic birth, women’s rights, and a mix of other topics that effect each and every mother I’ve ever met. There were tears and healing and answers. I was so honored to be a part of that time with so many beautiful women.
My weekend came to an end with an impromptu meet-up with my sister in Rochester where we somehow managed to fanagle a free meal at Noodles as well as many angry stares as we laughed to tears during one of the best conversations of our lives. Yeah. It was a good weekend.