I love this image. This image to me is mother, is wisdom, and is woman to the core.
A friend of mine said to me yesterday, “you know, having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face, it never, ever goes away and it is something that will forever change your identity.”
Having a baby is like getting a tattoo. In some ways one of the fortunes of conscious conception, my new word for “infertility,” is the opportunity to truly “get” what it means to make this choice.
There are women who do not have this gift of time and struggle, yes it is a gift. These women fall quickly and easily into motherhood, then wake up one day, look in the mirror, and have the shock of their lives.
I have seen this predicament over and over and over again. It is not that these women do not love their children, or that they would change one single thing. It is that these women are facing their struggles later than those of us consciously conceiving.
A baby does not guarantee some picture perfect, happily ever after ending. In fact, quite the contrary. After momentary bliss a baby forever disrupts the fairy tale and creates a whole new ending–complete with dirty diapers, temper tantrums, and teenage rebellion.
During the time it takes for those of us consciously conceiving to create, either from our hearts or our bodies, the child we will mother, we have drawn a beautiful and intricate tattoo for the tattoo artist.
Consciously conceiving is a gift. It is a gift of time to heal our relationships, our lives, our selves. It is a gift of time and preparation.
Those of us who conceive consciously are like the phoenix rising out of the ashes. We have been consumed by the fire and emerged on the other side–stronger, bolder, happier, and more beautiful than ever.
Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on our faces. How fortunate we are to be able to clean and moisturize our faces, intricately draw the design, and patiently sit while the world’s greatest tattoo artist makes our tattoo a masterpiece.