I have sworn over and over, “I will have 5 more babies before I watch someone give birth again.” A statement made by my 19 year old self after being a part of a friends birth that left me tired and sore, and slightly traumatized by the use of the vacuum method of suction to get the baby out after 3 1/2 hours of pushing. (My births have been quick. Pushing at the most lasted 15 minutes.) And then after more babies, and a few years of experience as a mom, my heart has completely changed towards the process of giving birth, being a part of a birth, and watching life come into the world. I LOVE it. I love the raw emotion of an exhausted mama finally getting to hold their precious new baby.
I was chatting with a friend about feeling “significant” the other day. Those times when you start feeling like what you’re doing is great, but is it important? This wasn’t a pity party conversation. Not one to reassure that I’m good at my job. But simply one of those times where you have that stirring that there’s something bigger you’re missing. Her response to my feeling of anxiety about it was this:
“I’m just going to share with you the first thing that came to my mind.
I read a quote a few months back that gave me great peace.
And amazing perspective.
“Doing something unimportant well, doesn’t make it important.”
Is photography important? Unimportant? Should you quit? I don’t know. What I do
know is that anxiety and doubt are not from God. The fact that you are feeling both right
now suggests to me that, while you may feel insignificant at this moment, you very well may
be on the verge of something big. Bigger than you. And girl, nothing rattles Satan more. ”
I literally have had that quote in my head ever since. Just because I can do my job well, doesn’t make it important. Just because I know how to work my camera, doesn’t mean that every picture I take will be significant.
But last Wednesday I felt a feeling of such contentment and joy in what I do that it made any doubt about photography disappear. I got to photograph my sisters c-section.
I got to give her the gift of capturing those moments in the operating room when she found out she was having another baby girl. I got to watch as her doctor pulled this healthy little life out of the womb and introduced her to the world.
If that’s not significant, I don’t know what is.
A small little gallery of that morning. A preview of my feeling of significance. Jumping off the edge into something bigger.
Birth stories may have just captured my heart.