having now presided over one myself,
i have some idea of the work that goes into a birth-day
the twenty-some hour marathon of labor
the exhaustion and the intention,
the way the outside world disappears
the astonishment of discovering
the moment in which you usher an entirely new person into the light
and the inkling you begin to have
as you figure out how to care for that very small body
that you will be tied together
long after the cord is severed
in ways you cannot begin to understand.
Thanks, Ma… for all your hard work,
30 years ago today.