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This moment was made possible in large part by a pain tolerance developed through childbirth. They say women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. But I’m pretty sure I didn’t have that before experiencing labor. And it would seem, for me, all it took to develop that tolerance is a good enough motivator.
Childbirth didn’t make me merely able to tolerate more physical pain. I developed a deep respect for pain in general. For the power it holds. Respecting it doesn’t mean enjoying it. It doesn’t mean being able to find joy while experiencing it. But it makes it possible at some point in life to appreciate it for the fruit it bears as it breaks us open. Birth, both literal and figurative, requires us to be broken open. It means being able to reflect back on the moments when my heart is being shredded and see that along side the agony of unanswered “why’s” and a fate I never would choose, came the birth of a 6th sense I’ve developed that I never had before. A sense we can never learn by any other means than through pain. A sense that makes me more fully human when I am able to avoid being drowned by vortex of self-pity but rather see it as a hand outstretched or a new pair of glasses providing new visibility of a 4th dimension coming alive in the world around me.
Childbirth showed me there are good reasons to face some level of suffering head on, WITH fear and doubt, knowing that with scars comes scar tissue. And that scar tissue has magical properties that will work on your soul for the rest of your life, in beautiful ways if you let it.