Birth and Rebirth

I love birth. And I love rebirth. Birth is our first chance and rebirth is our second chance. I was born once. And every day I wake up to my rebirth. It’s that simple. And what a lovely thought really, because you can’t take it back—birth, I mean. You can’t just throw down your shovel in the sand and say: “That’s it! I’m not playing anymore. I’m going home!” and then just leave. For where would you go? Oh sure, you can die, and go wherever you go after the maggots taste you, but where would you go really? I’d rather not think about it! No, I’m here, birthed because my mother loved me enough to go through the pain of childbirth and then because I loved me enough to go through the pain of each new day. Not that it’s all pain. Each day is a rebirth, a chance to do it over again differently. It’s a chance to be grateful for all that I have, to dream about all that I can have and generally bask in the idea that each day is a celebration of my own birth.

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  1. That's truly the way to look at each day. I also love the idea of redefinition of self. I worry that I become too routine with my task list as a mom and housewife. I'll take your advice and look for those rebirth moments. Thanks!

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  2. Hello Kelly :-) Thanks for adding the idea of redefinition of self to the conversation. It's synonymous with rebirth. It really is all about the self, isn't it? And about the roles we take on as women too and how we let those roles define us. It all makes great fodder for a future post. Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. Kelly, I love how blogging starts a great conversation and helps a hopefully constructive dialogue be born. I look forward to visiting you here. Enjoy your weekend!

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  4. I totally agree with you! What you say relates to a post I've been working on, that you might find interesting. Look for it later. Thank you for keeping the conversation going, Kelly! :-))

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