Precious Life

Birth & death - the only mandatory conditions of life, I tend to say.  Sometimes that contrast, though, can make us think.

Saturday morning.  On the way to do a home visit with new clients.  Feeling happy, relaxed.  Another half hour or so to drive yet slowing down as there's still a bit of ice on the road.

Flashing lights, many vehicles.  Passing very slowly now.  At the side of the road there are many people in uniforms standing together.  There heads are kind of handing low.  There, near their feet, are two stretchers completely covered in white sheets.  Behind them is a little car with the roof smashed.

It's sad to see, especially during the Thanksgiving holiday.  But why the tears?  I did not know them.  Just had to pull over and breathe...and feel...

I knew other people would be waiting for me, wanting to talk of their happy plans.  I called my friend (another midwife far away) on the cell phone.  It was a relief to hear her voice.  I told her what I saw and how my heart was praying for the families of those who passed so suddenly.  It seemed like a lot to take in while I needed to be focused on the expectant mother whom I was on the way to see.

My friend and I talked on the phone, as friends do, and she helped as midwives do.  I felt so blessed that she was there!

On the way again.  "Drive carefully," she said.  Indeed, I had been thinking about returning safely to my own children today.  Also of my grown children far over the miles and the rest of our family and friends - wishing for their safety.  And I did drive more slowly than usual. 

Arriving at the appointment, I said another prayer before going in and although a little raw in the heart, found a renewing sense of peace and again knew I could bring that with me to this sweet young couple who are planning new life.

May we all consider those who are waiting for us as we travel and take our best care to return to them whole and hearty!

~ from the heart of a Country Midwife