Stuck

short stories from an extraordinary ordinary life after abortion

If I let the dog out on the run and then head up to my office to work, I can see her out the window. All of her tri-colored glory bouncing amidst the spring greenery. I can hear when she barks. Loud, bold, possibly irritating the neighbors and definitely distracting me.30 minutes into a 45 minute coaching call she barked. Twice. 2 minutes apart. I could see that she was stuck. She wasn’t going to get unstuck on her own. 

After my abortion I learned how to let other people be wrong about me. I’m NOT a bad mom. I DO respect life. I AM guided by spirit. Despite other people’s thoughts about me, I am so many things that other people don’t need to understand in order for me to be happy. 

With this knowing held deep in my cells, I unplugged my laptop and started the trek outside with my client in MacBook hand. I didn’t tell her what I was doing. I didn’t cut the video. The whole time I listened. I continued to hold space. Not just for her sharing, but also for our humanity. 

It’s the little things that are the greatest teachers. In this action I was an example of what’s possible: tend to your needs, maintain connection, let other people be wrong about you. She is a great client. I am a great coach. We are great humans who’ve had, and continue to hold, abortions.

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