In the peace of the waxing moon - soft, hazy and almost full - I remember this night. This long night three years ago. I was like that sky lady and as ready to fulfill her eternal promise.
Labor pulled me in, its strong tide unyielding - past time, past pain, past exhaustion, past hope, past fear, past desperation, past determination, To a place beyond... a place I had never been before.
Pure being. Pure body.
There was nothing else for it but to continue Pushing and pushing and pushing until I cursed, until I roared, until my legs trembled, until my veins burst, until my eyes filled with red.
Hour after hour after hour you inched into this world Slowly, with ineffable steadiness – like you already trusted me, like you already trusted yourself, like you already trusted life, Completely.
How did we do it? Your birth... it was impossible – improbable. I was a warrior. I was a fearsome goddess. I was that great sky lady. And through it I was made ready for you.