What does growing up mean to you?
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Not long ago, I felt really far from being a grown-up. 27 has always been my idea of a grown up age. Don't ask me why. I turned 27 in January. But was does it actually mean being a grown-up. Growing. Our body stops growing in height when we are around 18 years. Our mind will hopefully never stop growing. Growing up to means to not cry over a lolly in the supermarket. Literally. To me it means to start sharing what you have learned. To keep up without complaining. To accept, without giving up. To teach, beside sill learning. To take yourself less seriously but to treat yourself and others with more respect. My goals in life have lately drastically changed. So have my values. Not that I am no longer full of silly ideas, and still a hopeless romantic, doing 100 different creative projects at a time...all that is hopefully never going to change. I am still learning, always. But something is different.More Relaxed. Less drama. Something happened within the last year. I feel more grown-up. What does growing up mean to you?
I have been tossing up if I wanted to share Faye's birth story with the world or to keep it private.
It's her story too, after all...
But then I remembered how much I had been empowered & inspired by all the positive birth stories that other women had shared. Sharing these stories feels very important to me, especially since there are always so many horror stories being told about birth.
One word upfront: I wrote this story down when it was all very fresh. Lying in bed, typing it with one hand on my phone. It has not been edited nor been creatively written. It just the words as they came to me at the time. Real and raw...