FIFTY-TWO
"Track CJ Palin was born..."
On p.52 of GR, Sarah is describing the agony of those hours in April of 1989 that she experienced just before the birth of her firstborn, Track.
She says, “Since I thought I was dying, I didn't care that we were in the warehouse part of the hospital. I figured I'd just die there near the delivery trucks. I even came close to thinking that someday we'd laugh about it.
“All through my perfect, healthy pregnancy, I had pictured this peaceful Earth Mother birth experience...Like a pioneer woman, I would bravely deliver our firstborn, Todd beaming beside me, with the Alaska wilderness waiting outside to welcome our son, the newest addition to Nature's grand march of creatures great and small.
“Instead, by the time the nurses got me prepped, I was sweating and panting, trying to do those infernal breathing techniques, when what I really wanted to do was scream bloody murder and beg for drugs....
“Many hours later, though, chaos evaporated when Track CJ Palin was born.”
What an evocative and instructive scene this is, and one from which we can draw wisdom and inspiration as we all labor to “bring forth,” not a firstborn son, but rather the first female President of the United States. Indeed, we may even say that America is in labor right now, struggling to bring forth her firstborn daughter!
We really didn't think it would be easy and painless, did we?!?
Surely all of these physical pains and groans and sighs and tears shaped Sarah's soul so that she could become the wonderful mom that she is, to Track and to all of her kids.
Surely, in a similar way, all of the lies, the vitriol, the distortions, the venom, the hatred that she has faced since that fateful day in late August of 2008 have prepared her for another kind of motherhood, the Motherhood of Her Country.
Surely too all of the dolors that we have suffered in union with our dear sister have molded our spirits and honed the edge of our intellects for combat with the Lady of the North Country and for triumph with her.
Note well too the words and thoughts of prophecy that, EX MEDIO DOLORE, out of the midst of her pain, she pronounces above: “I even came close to thinking that someday we'd laugh about it.”
Laugh and cry verily she did on the day Track was born!
And what about us?
Ah, laugh we shall, and weep we shall, in the purity of joy's unadulterated bliss, on Election Night 2012, when the word goes forth to the nation and to the world, “Sarah Palin of Alaska has, this day, been elected President of the United States.”
Ah, laugh we shall, and weep we shall on Inauguration Day, 2013, when Sarah, with her hand and her heart on the Holy Bible, pronounces the Oath of Office, and then sends forth her ringing and reverberating proclamation of freedom to the nation and to the world.
Ah, laugh we shall, and weep we shall through all the eight years of the glory of the Palin Presidency, an American Renaissance.
POST LACRIMAS, LAETITIA—After Tears, Joy!!
