Birth of the Mother

“…WHEREAS, the women of the United States are to be commended and supported in their organizations and activities…”

-Joint Resolution of Congress, 1971
Designating August 26 of each year as Women’s Equality Day

I am a witness.

I have seen the power of woman. It is a primal power. It is the ultimate exercise in mindful somatic harmony. It is the endurance of a nearly insurmountable pain. It is the expression of intuitive ancient wisdom. It is the shared empathy and support of the communal.

I am a witness.

I have had the great privilege of participating in my daughter’s birth. My daughter, Luka, was born at home, in our small one-bedroom apartment, under the guidance of several midwives. My wife labored for 14 hours without the aid of any pharmaceuticals or sophisticated medical technology. During her labor, I helped my wife as best I could: sharing words of comfort, physically supporting her in numerous birthing positions, ensuring that her glass of water was never empty, nor ever far from hand. Yet, I am a witness.

Despite my active participation and my unwavering presence, a process unfolded before my eyes – a phenomenon beyond the reach of my participation, yet rich with insight.

The event of birth is singular and momentous. It marks the point of entry for a new life into this world and it is an essential characteristic among all humans. We track our time on this world as a function of birth days, while some even subscribe to a psychology of personality based on the position of the planets and stars at our time of birth. These truths are well known to the masses.

The lesser-known aspect of birth, the phenomenon for which I give testimony, invokes a profound respect for womankind. The process of birth is the struggle of creating the most primal identity: the mother. It is the coalescence of a community founded on the pillars of intuitive wisdom and a well-nigh unbearable pain…


Read the rest of this powerful essay in SN7: Women’s Day, coming out August 26th!