Last night was one of those evenings, you know the type, the ones you could never plan , they just unfold. You arrive unsuspecting, thinking it’s a small gathering and you can go home when it’s finished. Well, last night was awesome. (yes, it made my list of awesome things!) I attended an event at Mount Royal University for May 5th midwifery day.
It was an evening of tears of joy, reunited with old friends and colleagues. Midwifery has come such a long way. I had the honor to present one of my ladies (read sculptures) to the husband of my first midwifery partner. Sandy Botting,his wife died 12 years ago, but he continues to this day to be involved in and support the midwifery community.I was asked to say a few words about the sculpture and Ron. I knew if I just winged it I would start blubbering and then both Ron and would be crying. So I wrote him a poem. This is for Ron but also for all those men out there who support midwives when they go out in the night to help bring forth new life.
Home Front Covered
Three a.m. phone calls, kids lunches,
schedules changed, office called.
Two worlds balancing.
Generosity and cooperation,
available and present.
Inner softness, outer strength.
Life lessons at the kitchen table.
Stranded, make tea; wait.
on call, on guard.
Give, compute, check, print… donate.
Darkness, late night work.
Carry birthing kit to car,
The home front covered.