It is spring and your baby is coming.
As holy as God.
But more accessible than he.
Smoother, cuter, able to fit into your arms.
I wish for you a mind of prayer
when your baby decides he is ready.
I wish for you deep strength
and patience for yourself and your body.
I wish for you courage
to not doubt what your body is capable of doing.
And when Baby arrives
may you be awake and enlarged
by the experience.
May your love give you the energy
to figure out who Baby is
and what he needs.
May the journey be joy-filled.
You are a mother.
You are made to mother.
You will mother this child in the best way.
Becca Barniskis lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota, where she works as a poet, teaching artist and free-lance writer and consultant in arts education. She edits the Resource Roundup section of the Teaching Artist Journal and is a founding member of Artist to Artist.
She is the mother of Earl and Lulu. And someone I claim as dear friend.