So, here’s a little pagan scented blasphemy for this Feast of Epiphany…
According to the Writer’s Almanac:
Today is the Feast of the Epiphany. The word “epiphany” comes from an ancient Greek word meaning “manifestation” or “striking appearance.” Before Christianity, the word was used to record occasions when Greek gods and goddesses made appearances on earth.
Want a surefire, foolproof, 100% guaranteed way to be recognized as an incarnated deity? Follow these steps:
Be born a woman.
Make love at your most fertile moment.
Act as a hospitable vessel for nine glorious months.
Love the little creature that you have created with all your body, heart, and soul.
Leave aforementioned Angel Baby with a loving grandmother after she has been lavished with two and a half months of dedicated maternal attachment parenting.
Return within four hours to a child with eyelids slightly purpled and swollen from much weeping.
Hold her in your arms and offer her that sweetest mother’s milk.
When this child falls back in a delighted coma of sleepiest nourishment, witness the expression on her flushed face.
Realize that in this moment you will never be gazed upon with such devotion again unless you repeat all of the steps above.
On this Epiphany Day, I was a goddess at lunchtime. When the work day finished, I again burst upon the scene, a brilliant epiphany to behold. Tomorrow, the cycle shall repeat. For now, it is almost enough comfort to get me through these hours mother and child are apart…
The Girl Who Cried Epiphany 
Simply beautiful, dear Marisa!
As a childless woman (yet still very much a mother) I marvel at your stories of this experience and rejoice with you at each and every sigh, breath, coo, flutter of eyelids, nursing… divine motherhood moment.
Thank you for sharing your story in such a unique, eloquent, magical way.