The mamas that don't need mothering disconcert me.
I'm unsure of my footing with them.
They are quiet, and hard to draw out.
And not in the "laboring quietly" sort of strong way; it's more of a disdainful sort of laboring.
I can almost always forge a connection with the women I labor.
Almost.
The times that I cannot, though, are the awkward times.
I slip into the old feelings of being too young for midwifery. Too naive.
Even though, I know myself well enough to know that I will be one of those mothers.
The ones that don't really want your coddling.
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