The Legacy of Loving Our Bodies
I love my body.
Three little humans
My body created, nourished and pushed three little humans into the world. I am grateful beyond words.
And…
That’s part of the blog I wrote during the week to go with the graphic.
Now at the eleventh hour I’m rewriting the post because I got so inspired the other night hanging out with some families at Födelsehuset Stockholm (check this resource out! More coming in a future post).
A world that loves them
I love talking birth and parenting with families. It always reminds me why I do what I do:
We are creating a world where all women know their power. Where all babies are born in peace – in connection.
A world that loves each of them – in all their beautiful uniqueness. Where the love they have for their bodies is a non-issue.
The legacy of our bodies
During the coffee break last night I spoke briefly to a mom about the legacy we are leaving our daughters with the language we use around birth. I’ll delve into that in a future post – I promise! But it got me thinking about the legacy we are leaving them about our bodies.
I want my daughter to love to her body.
I better love my body then.
Today, on Valentine’s Day,
And anytime you are looking for a little connection, if you have any littles – tell them something about the day they were born. Remember how awesome your body is.
No littles yet? Or want some more connection: Ask your mom about the day you were born.
Maybe even tell her how awesome her body is.
