From Midwife to Mother

Her capacity
to Be With Other
was epic.

She had a way
of making you feel
so seen and held.

So she was entrusted
to help lots of mamas
birth their dream-babies.

And this was fine
until her own womb
filled, with light. Life.

She reconfigured things.
Cleared clutter.  Made room
for her own dream-baby.

At night, she heard belly-whispers
that encouraged and prepared her:

"I am coming for your big love.
I am a handful, a heart-full,
and am envious of distraction.
Tend to me, and I will tend to you.
Together, we will bless even more
people than you ever did before."

What kind of dream-baby
announces itself like this?

Apparently, my kind.
The first (of many)
is due Mid-November.
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I'm curious: Have you had a similiar shift in your creative life, where your emphasis changed from supporting the delivery of others' work (midwife), to directing the delivery of your own work (mother)?  How did that creative transition feel to you?  How did it impact others?