I stand depicted as a tree, pregnant with my daughter. My sister offers her love and my doula waters my roots. In the center of my roots lies a stone with the symbol of the Métis people.

I truly believe that the trajectory of my life was set during my pregnancy. I did not begin my pregnancy by thinking that it would be a spiritual experience. I could not picture beauty and light. Along the way important people came to me and I ended up on a new path. In the end, I had a beautiful birth and I found out that motherhood can be hard, grueling and exhausting. And it can be more beautiful than you could ever imagine.