I can recall my angst filled teenage years...self absorbed with a rather large chip on my shoulder. As typical as I was, I was rather unique in my awareness of my desire to mother. I often said, "there would be nothing worse than being unable to have children.". I wasn't particularly in to kids at the time...I just knew that I would be devastated if I couldn't have any when I wanted them.
During my grade twelve year, I travelled out of the country with my school. We attended a Shakespeare Festival in Oregon. While my classmates were buying souvenirs (magazines, t-shirts, junk food, etc.), I stumbled across a silver pendant that spoke to me. It was a kneeling woman. She was cradling her pregnant belly that was made of a smooth, iridescent moonstone. I purchased this piece, and wore it religiously for many years. I couldn't explain why I was drawn to this symbol. I just was. I would find out many years later, that this was the Goddess of Abundance - the mother goddess contemplating her creation.
Later on in my graduating year, I was given the assignment of sculpting a 'container' out of clay. While my friends made ashtrays, jewelry boxes and trinket holders, I chose to create the torso of a pregnant woman. Large breasts, supported by a beautiful round belly. Removing the belly, revealed a second trimester fetus. Not a practical container by any means, but it was the beginning of a life long passion for pregnancy and birth. I just didn't know that at the time.
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