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| Natalie & baby Liam, about 12 hours old |
In the midst of all this animal husbandry, a dear friend and employee was approaching her due date. She had made a decision a few years ago that she wanted to bring a new life into the world. She wanted to expand her experience of being a foster parent to the next level. She wasn't as concerned about whether or not she met society's definitions and expectations, she just wanted to experience motherhood. She made the entire process look as easy and as uncomplicated as the incredibly capable job she does of managing over 60 spa therapists who provide the stress relief that Ste. Anne's has become known for. Less than 24 hours after her maternity leave started, I received a text message "Liam's here".
Last night, I watched a cute Canadian film called "Starbuck" about a man who becomes the father of 500+ children through his donations to a sperm bank. In the movie, Starbuck is confronted with a class action lawsuit from a group of his offspring who want him to reveal himself. I won't spoil it, but it is a funny flick.
With Mother's Day just around the corner (one of the most popular times of the year here at the spa), all of this makes me think about the miracle of birth. How two tiny little cells, a sperm and an egg, sometimes quite deliberately, and at other times quite by accident, can get together and flawlessly create a new perfect living being, horse, human, or otherwise. And then the life long bond that quickly evolves between parent and child is equally mysterious and miraculous. Aside from being a popular place for mom's and daughters to spend some quality time together, Ste. Anne's is also a popular place for starting families; removing stress in a relationship often provides the ideal conditions for conception, as well as a popular place to come to recover from the strain of childbirth and parenting, not to mention the fact that we have a very healthy and fertile procreation program going amongst our employees and their families.
And me, not having had the experience of parenting, get to watch and enjoy all of this from a safe distance, with my 84 year old mom looking over my shoulder and keeping a loving, watchful eye on me, her 54 year old "boy". Love you mom :-).

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