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I have birthed three children. Many women would rather not, and that is fine, but it was not a choice that I was going to make to forever deny the world of the joyful nature of children. Childbirth is not easy, not even with all of modern technology, because at the very core of it, it is the most primal thing we do as human creatures. Nine months of mystery pass, and you wonder what the growing life inside of you looks like and you wonder what the child's demeanor will be? Will She be quiet and reserved like her grandmother, or will She be wily and untamed like me? Will She be an intellectual or will She be an intuitive and goodness, what will I do if She is a Perfect mix of all of these things?

What if He decides that He will grow up to be the best at-home Dad that any child could want, and what if He really wants to become the President of the United States? There are so many questions that start with those two little words, and it is always the "what if" that scares the hell out of all of us. We can never be sure if we will raise a sinner or a saint, if we will birth a martyr or a murderer. We can never be sure.

What if She grows up to like girls and then one day decides that She no longer wants to like girls and decides to like boys instead, and what if She should grow curious about things that I was taught were taboo? What if He wants to hitchhike around the world, the Universe, seek out His Divine Nature and what if She wants to ?

We worry about what our children will want to do when they grow up, and then one day, after we have worried all this time, we are watching them crawl, and then walk, then run, and then ride a bicycle, drive a car, live their lives without our help. But won't She always need me? Won't He always need to come Home and see me and will they forget that I Love Them? Will they remember to take Their own trashcans to the curb on Sunday evening so that the trash guy can come and take their garbage away on Monday? Why oh why do I worry so much?

Because it is the Divine Nature of Mothering, that's why. We are given this incredible ability to replicate life, and then when that moment happens, we are both happy and sad and scared and all those things that Our Own Mothers said we would go through, even though we may not have believed Her when She did. It is like both a Farewell and Welcome Home. Farewell to our own childhood, to our own irresponsibility, to our own sense of not needing anyone, and hello to a giant shift, physically, spiritually,

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