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.