Walking helps
Feet scurrying, stomping for emphasis, excitement.
“Owt, oww,” she says. And we go out into the world of wonder and pain, mud and mayhem. Out, to let go a little. Out, to discover we’re not the only ones to bear all this. Out, to see the lizard and the lichen and the too-nosy neighbor who just needs to be seen.
“Oww” is often the right word for it, but somehow we‘ll come through.
Birth is always a tight squeeze. Walking helps.