Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Taking Responsibility


Here’s a secret anyone who has been around birthing mothers a lot doesn’t like to talk about: Pregnant Mothers need to take responsibility for their births.

It’s true. The only way birth is going to be taken seriously – like it’s a responsibility that includes both the baby and the mother’s physical/mental/emotional/and spiritual health - is when pregnant mothers and their partners take it seriously.

But lately, as I am traveling around Guatemala this week with my family, the word RESPONSIBILITY keeps appearing in front of my eyes like a billboard in Times Square.



The first thing I noticed when we got to our hotel was that there were very few instructions telling us what to do or not to do.

Can we go here? My boys asked, pointing to the outdoor hot tub.

Where’s the lifeguard? My youngest son wondered. Can we swim without a lifeguard?

The answer was that anything goes. There was no rulebook. We were being TRUSTED to go with our GUT and TAKE RESPONSIBILITY for our surroundings.

OMG, did I just say that?

TRUST
GUT
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

You mean I have a say in what I do? I can make the rules based on nothing more than what my mind and body are telling me to do?

Is that SAFE? My oldest suggested.

This is when it dawned on me how little our culture gives us opportunities to take responsibility.

No wonder we’re so afraid.

Society has taught us to follow endless rules.

Consider pool etiquette.

DON’T GO SWIMMING WITHOUT A LIFEGUARD
GET OUT OF THE POOL EVERY 40 MINUTES TO REST
DON’T EAT BY THE POOL
(DON’T EAT ANYWHERE THAT YOU WANT TO EAT :)
DON’T RUN
DON’T PLAY WITH BALLS IN THE POOL
DON’T PLAY IN THE POOL
DON’T EVEN THINK OF LAUGHING IN THE POOL AND JUMPING ON YOUR PARENT’S BACK


Are we safer? Maybe.

But I am positive that as a consequence we have lost TRUST.

In OURSELVES.

In that GUT instinct that rises up to say

YES

Or

NO.

This week my kids, my husband, and me have had more opportunities to check in with our gut than in almost every endeavor we do in our home environment.

I feel awake.

And it’s got me thinking.

How can we be asked to take responsibility for anything when we have been trained to not trust our INSTINCT?

If you don’t see the connection to giving birth then I suggest you check your pulse.

Or better yet, don’t check your pulse.  Just do this:

BREATHE
RELAX
WATCH
ALLOW

This is advice I received years ago at a soul-searching retreat in a former ashram after my father had died when I was twenty-two.  I would have never been in that environment had it not been for the loss of my father, which sent me into a loss of faith.

Thanks, Dad.

Since then I never forgot those four words.

It got me through my two births.

And at least once per month it gets me through a tough, indecisive day when I hear the "I can't do this" mantra building in my ear.

BREATHE
RELAX
WATCH
ALLOW

Try it.

When the rules feel like too much, when you think you can't do something, use these words to check in with your gut.

Imagine if there were no rules to giving birth and pregnant women were trained to trust their gut like this? To ask, what kind of birth do I want?

Me thinks taking responsibility would be a no brainer.


Thursday, June 07, 2012

The Cracker Jacks of Beshert

I have always believed in beshert, a Yiddish word meaning "meant to be."

Some things are just meant to be.

The play BIRTH was beshert.

BOLD was beshert.

And tonight for me, two productions of BIRTH uniting three continent, is like the Cracker Jacks of beshert.

(I like my green smoothies too, but I know as a kid ya loved you some Cracker Jacks 
with the nutty, sweet, popcorn, carmel crunch and a surprise in every box :)


Syracuse, New York will begin their BOLD event tonight by uniting their cast and community with the local people in Gulu, Uganda who are working as part of Village Birth International's mission to empower women and their partners in pregnancy, birth, and motherhood.

BOLD Organizer Aimee Brill will be asking the audience to imagine communities solving their own problems, not the Power Folk fixing their problems.  (if ya haven't seen the film Salmon Fishing In Yemen rent it...a great lesson in this)

This is just the Trickle Up I can't stop moving my hips about.

We've got to trickle birth change up, y'all.

We've got to stop acting like we're five years old and know all the answers.

The PEOPLE got the answers.

Just ask 'em & LISTEN.



So tonight from Syracuse to Uganda to...

Uruguay.

Whoa, those BOLD women keep leaving me breathless.


Tonight Uruguay brings their message to law makers.

Really.

No joke.

Their next venue is Parliament.

And I'm not talking about a night club with that name. :)

The Uruguayan Parliament is about to have their eyes stretched wiiiiiiide open.

There will be birth sounds!

"Waa-hoo!"

There will be naked coercion!

"My vagina will never be the same."

There will be kick-butt empowering mantras!

"My Body Rocks!"

There will be vibrating pleasure!

"I did it!"

All this to get Uruguayan legislators to increase birth options.

To let the Perinatal Institute of Uruguay open their doors as a birth center.

A year ago the First Lady of Uruguay cut the ribbon.

Then - no hospital privileges for transporting pregnant women.

The doors to the birth center SHUT.

Uruguayan women deserve more.

Tonight, BOLD Uruguay is gonna show their legislators with this play

what Birth is all about.

So to all the Believers in our Global House tonight

from Syracuse, to Uganda, to Uruguay

we're PUSHING.

Pushing for mothers' rights.

Pushing for babies' rights.

Pushing for our sisters, girlfriends, mothers, grandmothers, brothers, fathers, grandfathers

for the Planet.

It's beshert.

Big time.