Tonight I attended my first International Cesarean Awareness Network (ICAN) meeting. We were talking to a local OB about some serious stuff like improving birth outcomes in our city, the risks of having our uteruses rupture in a vaginal birth after cesarean, what would make us a good candidate for trying to push a baby out of our vagina. You know, everyday stuff.
On the drive home, Cyndi Lauper came on the radio. I held back for a little while thinking about fundamental human rights, but then I was like, “YES, Cyndi. Sometimes I DO just wanna have fun!” I want to fight for things I care about and do the hard work. And then I want to lay that down for awhile and have some fun.
You're allowed to lay it down and have some fun. In fact, if you don’t, you might not have the energy to keep fighting.
I chose this photo because there was a time when someone did not want me to have any fun without him. It was a threat to him. Well, here I am as an 18-year-old studying abroad in Greece having a whole lot of frowned-upon, guilt-lathered fun.
No more. No more. I laid that down, too. It wasn't mine to carry.