Mama, Bare: The Birth Of Mother

The child was born, all pink and velvet and covered in white. And in that moment, we were born, too. Reborn: for Maiden, to Mother. Ego melted. This birth, the birth of Mother, is perhaps more difficult than the birth of our baby, for it is felt in the bones and the blood and the spirit. It is a transformation more sacred than any other, yet it is often overlooked. This book is a collection of 67 fleeting moments. Moments of birth, of death, of swelling hearts and overflowing joy. The moments when we became mother. They are told by the women who surround you. Who support you on sturdy shoulders. Who know you, even though they don't; who see you with eyes closed. This book is our heart in your hands. Be gentle with it.