I was reading the other day how a child round about three years old relives the trauma of its birth. Apparently the child regresses and tries to go back to being a baby, and cannot. It’s a necessary developmental thing. It’s only by reliving his or her birth that a child is able to let it go and continue to grow in to the painful and glorious process of becoming a person.
Isn’t it strange how the pressure to grow is inherent in us, yet we fight it tooth and nail? Cyril Connolly puts it beautifully: “We’re all looking for a womb with a view” – a place where we are safe and secure. But lets face it, wombs change in to tombs; that’s the gracious pattern of life, always conceiving and nurturing us, but then prompting us out in to the vastness and adventure of itself.
Any wombs change in to tombs for you lately?