I feel as if I should be in a support group: “Hello my name is Allison Graber and I’m a human pacifier.” [The circle of moms nod in acknowledgement as I slowly sit down.]
Few things can humble you like going through childbirth.
Fear can seem a powerful force when looking at what we each face and what we each carry from the past, but fear cannot be the foundation on which we make decisions and live our lives.
Despite this quiet revelation of the nearness of death, I still remember the inconsequential details of that day.
It is like that for me when I turn out the lights at night. I am a mixture of dust and polish, ash and sunlight, summer and the harshest winter storm.
When I think about all that I’ve read about what it means to be a mother, I am overwhelmed with advice, warnings, other’s experiences, statistics, research. But what if we’re listening to the wrong voices?