Being Honored

Earlier this week, I sat with my clients for our first prenatal meeting together and I got a little misty for a moment. If you read my blogs in the future, you will see that I get a little misty, cry or even sob more often than you might think is normal. I’m just mushy that way. In this case I got emotional as I expressed to this couple how honored I am for them to have chosen me as their doula. I’m not honored because I was chosen above other doulas, but simply because I was chosen. The birth of their child is so important to them and there will I be, with them when he or she is born.

I am a doula because I love this work. I am extremely fortunate not to have to do it for a living, and the one birth I attend each month always means a great deal to me. I know that as a doula I am helping families, but they too are helping me. Every time I am hired, I reaffirm my commitment to improving the world.

Recently, my four-year-old daughter told me that she loves me more than I love her. Obviously, she can’t comprehend just how I feel for her. I don’t know if she ever will. Similarly, I suspect that my clients don’t quite get what an honor it is for me to be their doula.

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