Recently, I was discussing with my colleague and friend the pros/cons of most people I encounter feeling like they can talk to me about anything.  She replied with:

“Well, that’s because you’re the doula.”  When I said that it was like that before I ever became a doula, in fact as long as I could remember, she again said:

“Yes, you’re a doula.”  And then, it clicked. 

I didn’t become a doula.  I always was one.  For me, being a doula isn’t about the name, the certification, the training, etc.  It’s a state of being.  It’s the way I feel compelled to smile lovingly at every pregnant woman I see, carry her items, open the door, etc.  It’s the way my heart melts for her.  It carries over to other people too, and they feel it.  I listen.  I hear.  I feel.

For me, being a doula is a way of life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.