Transitions..., or, The End of An Era.

I just taught the last in a six week Beg. Midwifery Study Group (more of a class really). We finished up with normal PP and watched Birth Day with Naoli Vinaver, I cried as usual. I always cry during birth movies. Sometimes I think it's the sound track, and sometimes I think that it's because I can't cry when I'm working so I save it up for when I'm watching birth videos. As with most things, the truth probably lies in the middle. It was a wonderful group, eight amazing women who may or may not become midwives, but will all be bearers of the torch of truth. An equally important job. They are now going to take the reins and form a real study group. One where thay actually do self motivated learning at home and then get together to hash out the details. I have agreed to come every other week to guide them and make sure that they are hitting all of the relevant points. I am thrilled to see them taking charge of information gathering and book learning.

Still only one of four February babies, so I am enjoying the little spots of sunshine and having time with my kids. I am reading "Green Thoughts" by Elanore Preyeni, and recomend it to the horticulturally inclined. Now is the time when my daydrems of digging in sun-warmed earth start creeping in to my daily life to an alarming degree (alternating with a day drem that involves a beach in Mexico and an ice cold beer...). Arlo is about to loose a tooth, and Emma is talking like crazy, and both of my kids are inspiring warm feelings in me. Every once in a while I realize how much I like my kids, and how lucky I am that I do. Even when Arlo is teaching Emma to scream "baby butt" at the top of her lungs. Good thing I think Baby Butts are cute.