She felt she could fly – she felt light with love. For her girl, for herself. For all the other women in the world who had ever given birth. Especially for her own mother – the feeling was totally unexpected, came from nowhere into her. She wanted to be with her mother, they had both shared an experience which should unite them in love. She wanted to tell her as another mother, as an equal about her girl child who would some day, maybe, give birth to her own girl.
