Is it a boy or a girl

To open a conversation “Is it a boy or a girl?” seemed safe. Safe until the moment Mum paused before saying; “We don't know.” Blank: I was neutered. Space opened – if not beneath – in silence, mum. What to say next? What could be safe? For her? For the infant? For me? I could not walk away. Our eyes would not meet, but she occupied the space with, “I'm sorry.” “I'm so sorry,” I replied. What more? What next? After a space of twenty years What now? Of your creation, God, what is natural? God beyond gender, we don't know. “I'm so sorry.” In the blank – space – mum you challenge me beyond what is safe.
Most weeks my routine as Hospital Chaplain took me to the maternity wards. While there was plenty of joy, it was also a minefield of sensitivity. This was a learning experience for heart, soul and intellect.

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Date: 4/4/2018 9:23:00 AM
A heavy heavy write delivered so lightly. Incredible poem Lisle. Big hugs. mo
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Maureen McGreavy
Date: 4/4/2018 9:52:00 AM
I have spent some time in hospital, I must commend you, you have a particularly appreciated important job.
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Lisle Ryder
Date: 4/4/2018 9:34:00 AM
Thanks Maureen, It was not an occasion to forget. A learning, changing experience.