We had dinner last night with our best couple friends, whom we don't see nearly enough anymore since we changed churches. While our younger kids ran around their massive yard (all the teens left to go to youth group at the church), we sat around the grill drinking iced Chai teas and arguing about Islam and immigration, I thought about how incredibly important these people are to me. How our 25 years of friendship, (the husband and I went to college together, our spouses came into the picture later) has embedded and taken root in my heart.
On another level, the same thing has happened to me with birth. I didn't know I would feel so passionate about it. It took root and has never waned. Anonymous got me to thinking. She (or he) wrote:
"First, I want to say that your boy Josiah is just about as beautiful a baby as I have ever seen, But being upset by "Knocked Up?" C'mon, lighten up, it's a movie and a pretty funny one at that!"
But a movie scene did upset me. I can't lighten up! I can't watch movies of bad births, or hear conversations about bad births without it affecting me. Sometimes I wish I didn't feel so passionately. Sometimes it feels like a burden I wish I could relieve myself of. Any of you reading this who share this passion will understand what I mean. Folks who just think birth is about how you have a baby just don't get it. I am consumed by this issue. I'm not writing a book, the book is using me as a vehicle to get written. Things will change, I'm certain of that, if only because they always do. Societal mores constantly shift and the young girls of today will wonder why so many of their mothers opted for cesarean or phamaceutically mediated birth. In fact, I see inklings of a shift in beliefs about birth already. I just want to be sure I'm a part of that shift. Perhaps ladies (and gents), things have become so off kilter, partially so we can have a role in setting it to rights. Each of us in our own little part of the world fighting diligently for the kind of birth we believe in, is making a difference. I'm so grateful to know I am not alone, that our sisterhood (which includes the men who get it) is strong and enduring, and that change will eventually come.