Laid Bare

Sometimes you just gotta write. Even if it’s just for 5 minutes. Oh 5 minute fridays how I’ve missed you!

Todays Prompt: BARE

 

Go.

I have two little streakers in the house. The game of the month is “bare naked baby”. Chubby, bare, not so baby bums running through my house. Soon they will learn modesty and hopefully not shame at their bareness.

At the start of labour some modesty remains. Sheets draped during exams and catheters to hide bareness from sisters and mothers, but then restraint is lost as bodies bear down and babies emerge, we are lade bare. Heart and soul, emerging between naked thighs or cut flesh, bare babies coming into this world with nothing. They are placed against their mother’s skin. Heart beats colliding between bared skin.

Sometimes not just our skin is lade bare, in vulnerability our hearts follow. Hugs between grieving mother and nurse. Tears shed together over babies lost. Foot and hand prints attempted until perfection. In those moments the drape that covers the bareness of my heart and soul is lifted, but for a moment.

I relish the freedom those girls have to run bare….I hold out my naked heart, and skin to skin those bare hearts touch, but for a moment, freedom.

I’ve been laid bare.

Stop.

Whew, needed to put that out there. Joining with Lisa-Jo at Gypsy Mama for:

Five Minute Friday

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  • http://www.mercyfoundme.com/ Jacque Watkins

    This is just so beautiful! And as a labor and delivery nurse, I’ve been there for both the rejoicing and the crying in silence. In the screams of delight and the silence of grief, and I know. Really I do. Blessing to you for laying it bare in this post…what a delight to have had the privilege to visit here!

  • http://www.mercyfoundme.com/ Jacque Watkins

    This is just so beautiful! I’m labor and delivery nurse too! And I’ve been
    there for both the rejoicing and the crying in silence. In the screams
    of delight and the silence of grief, and I know. Really I do. Blessings
    to you for laying it bare in this post…what a delight to have had the
    privilege to visit here!

  • pastordt

    Love this. Love it. I had two little girls (and then a boy – who was FAR more modest!) and I loved it when they ran around like that as toddlers. Enjoy – it does disappear. . . as it should, I guess.