(Posted on the blog Bird On The Wire, Feb 27th, 2015.  Here’s an excerpt and a link to the full post…)


Parenting is a whole lot of sacrifice.  I’m not saying that’s bad.  It just is.

It’s been ten years since I started having kids.  I knew going in that it would take sacrifice, beginning with my body.  “Here’s a home for you, growing fetus,” I offered.   And here’s a way to enter the world.  Here’s some milk from my breast and a nice squishy belly to rest on until I can retrieve some semblance of my former ab muscles.”  I did this with gladness and passion and a sense of purpose I had never known.  Three times.  I will admit the words “I don’t feel like doing this today; I’m tired,” did escape my lips during my last delivery.  But love brought my baby girl forth, nonetheless.  With the help of an epidural…

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