Nine months pregnant with her third child, she knew it was time to deliver. She left her two children, ages three and two, home alone, and walked to the hospital to deliver her third child. The hospital was less than a quarter of a mile walk for her, she prayed that her babies left home unattended would be safe until their father’s return from his meeting, she locked the doors and walked on, nine months pregnant, and prepared for her third child’s arrival into this world.
What she knew about herself was this: I am the granddaughter of a High Matai, I am the daughter of a mother who’s voice will be heard by all in the village, I am the daughter of a father who’s formidable presence in the village is known by all, I am my parents’ first-born of their nine children, I am well known for being the one woman in our village to climb our coconut trees (with great speed), I am the keeper of my family’s lineage,… I am–therefore–I will!
Soon after giving birth to her third child, her second son, she walked home with her baby in her arms and her husband at her side… I am–therefore–I will!