Mommy

Dear woman,

Your are built for this.  
The tiny body within you curves itself to fit comfortably against your spine.  
It waits for nourishment to fall from your lips to get a little plump beneath you. 

You worry mommy.  You worry that you're not strong enough.
But don't look away.  Don't howl at the moon.  Don't tear the walls down.

Focus.
Concentrate. Bring forth joy.
Your body was made for this.
The tingling, the nausea, the weakness, the cold, the warmth.
The labor is the earthquake.
You are opening up at your creases to bring heat to the surface.
Breathe.
Pray.
Focus.
God is on your side.
This is not punishment, this is paradise.
Sunshine is pouring itself through your legs.
Breathe mama. 
Your soul is working overtime tonight.
In. 
Out.
In. 
Out.
Cells collided enough to give you a miracle now bring it forth.
You cannot fail. 
You will not.
I promise you, your body is built for this.
You are the mother of the world, one child is simply one day's work.
Breath. 
Acquaint yourself with the truth that you are.
Delve into your own greatness.
Throw your hands down to the opening of your hips and grab hold of your earth.
Your bursting sunrise.
Your package.
Your home cooked meal.
Seize your work.
The pain will cease.
It will be just a memory, just another day's work.
Mommy, fear nothing. 
Fear no one.
Giving birth belongs to you as much as your name does.
Mommy.