“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh,” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw, “I just wanted to be sure of you.””
– A. A. Milne
There is a statistic somewhere about the stress levels of a parent and the gender of the offspring. Whichever parent is under less stress is what the gender will be.
After 7 years of secondary infertility, a Dream came of a young boy and his sister. Even the land would whisper, “Soon a son…then a daughter.”
To overlook my inner longing for a child, I threw my life into my work. At the time I was an “up and coming feminist artist,” with pieces of art being shipped all over the US and abroad.
An order came from a fan to make 300 yoni sculptures. Each day I worked to gingerly and prayerfully create these one of a kind pieces. After weeks of work, I started a new medium of work-chalks on black paper and pastels on newsprint-that become some kind of surreal outlet for the internal healing going on within.
After shipping the pieces out, and fretting about how to support my family, a calm and serene Mister The Mister let me know that “all things would be well.”
Not long after that, I found that I was pregnant. Little Rice Baby he was called, and he gained some Internet fame, and was sent gifts from afar. The pregnancy was easy, and he and I created some intense artwork together.
On Friday the 13th labor started (lasting for 2 days), and after numerous discussions, checks, and my intense need for release, we zoomed into the hospital for what we knew would be a c-section.
He emerged from my sacral area, golden and full of Lotus energy. Elephants came to me in The Dreaming many weeks before he arrived. Mister The Mister and I chanted during the surgery, and the old nurses were surprised at how aware and present he was.
And…he was singing…
He has come with his own Journey and Path, and will do what it is he is called to do (like his siblings, he is already dedicated to helping others, and bringing justice in times of need). It is an amazing gift that my life should weave into his…
I love you, Kiddo!
