Birth stories have a strange fascination for me, but I have also found them to be a moment of exclusion. I do not have any children, and as a Mormon woman nearing thirty virtually every woman I associate with outside of work has a birth story. They usually come up at baby showers, play dates, or Mommy and Me. When one woman begins to reflect the others chime in, telling their own stories and sharing (I presume) a sense of community and common experience. Naturally, I have nothing to add to this conversation, any more than I have anything to say about potty training or tantrums or motherhood in general. Often, trying to deflect the sense of awkwardness, a mother will jokingly ask me if all their talk is working like birth control, a sally that is kindly meant but really not my favorite joke.
For all these reasons, when the idea came up on the back list to do this series I said that I would be supportive of others but would not be contributing myself. Not being part of the mommy club can be one of the hardest parts about being a Mormon woman. The other bloggers encouraged me to find a different way to contribute something about rebirth in a non-literal sense to provide a different perspective.
I decided to write about initiatory as an experience of rebirth, a new beginning.Read More