She is my ninth grandchild and my sixth granddaughter.
In labor and in transition, through pushing and sighing, with vigor and verve, my third amazing daughter birthed her second daughter into being with all the strength of a mother tiger.
Surrounded by a flock of female nurses, doctors, midwives, and doulas, a red tent of protection and love draped the mother and daughter like the wedding chuppah hovering above the bride and groom.
The child revealed herself suddenly and spontaneously. I loved her instantly upon arrival.
I knew this newborn girl spiritually before she would come to know my role in her life.
I was humbled before the divine beauty of yet another singular image of God’s artistry.
Her father called out her name into the consecrated space that she prepared for us.
"We will call her Shoshana (lily/rose) Raya (beloved friend and dear companion)."
Like a lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the daughters [and granddaughters]. -Song of Songs