The Ancestors are Smiling

As I write this, my niece Tiffany is in labor. Within 24 hours, a new person in the family will appear. I think of Tiffany, and when she was born. I think of my Mother, who was tickled to death when Tiffany was born. I think of my Grandfather, who saw my Mother before my Grandmother did, and said, "Sweetheart, we have a little girl, and she looks just like me!"

I think of my Grandmother's birth, and wonder what her mother thought.
I think of the birth of my Great-Grandmother. And that of her mother.

What did these women think as they crossed the threshold to Motherness? What did their men think?

I think the Ancestors are smiling. Waiting to welcome the new life. Waiting to remind New Life that the Line of Life continues with her.

I whisper a prayer, "Welcome, baby girl. May you know that you are loved. May you live in love. May you be Love."