Ever think some people were born to be Girl Mommas or Boy Mommas? I was born to be a Boy Momma. When I have to put up my own ponytail, the slightest tilt ruins my morning because I’m certain that I don’t have the Ponytail gene. Sure, I could have parented a Girl and done our gender proud. But I’m so happy I don’t have to prove shit to any gender.
After our longer than normal “In Person” meeting, I knew Melanie was going to be an amazing pure Girl Momma (it’s her second girl). There’s something all Girl Momma’s have that I just don’t. That something is a mystery quality that I admire and wish I had as a woman. I instantly developed a Momma Crush (she’s a writer, photographer, good talker) and begged for the “Birth Photographer As a Second Job” stars to align.
I’m so grateful for strangers who let me into their homes. I’m able to watch them without an ounce of reservation: it’s like the most perfect reality show. And I’m blessed to be part of a very small audience. From the beginning, Ross and Melanie were communicating without words. He saw her and knew to check the contraction app. There were tender parenting moments with their first-born. During contractions, Melanie would reach for Emi’s hand and Emi knew the right time to touch her Mom. Melaine would breathe through pain with grace, even though she knew it was going to get worse. She gathered every ounce of strength to birth their second child. And then there’s that moment. God I love that moment…
The room shifts. All the power goes to her. For a split second, birth seems so easy. And it’s always the most beautiful thing I ever get to witness: she becomes a Mother again.
I’ve never been at a Girl birth. Ella was my first. Her Momma is so damn amazing that I already know she and her sister are going to be badass women. There’s no denying it. They are being raised by a woman who knows what needs to be done and does it. Their father never had to be asked for anything and just showed up with the solution (I’ve never seen a birth pool emptied. Down before I left. And did skin to skin. That’s something, Folks. Trust me. ). These girls are lucky. And I’m incredibly proud to have witnessed it for a couple of hours on a random Tuesday.