Each morning, we give birth to a new day. We ache, worry, and celebrate as we sweat it from our bellies and into the real. We lift this new day into the light. Stripped down to its bare essence, this new day wails with life’s full force. It’s too small in its hours to create its own house, so we must show it love and tenderness, guts and guidance. Feed it, swaddle it, offer it health and protection. Teach this new day well. Offer it every opportunity for a new beginning.