They have started to arrive, the summer interns who have come to the clinic to the clinic to catch a glimpse of the miracle of life, maybe for the first time, maybe just for a taste of something familiar in a new setting. But nevertheless, they are in a new place, a different culture, a foreign land. It doesn’t seem like so long ago that I arrived myself, and I wonder how eager I looked, how many questions I had. Questions that our more experienced classmates answered patiently. Now it is our turn, to answer questions, to be the experienced – but wait, I don’t feel like I know all that much. It must have crept in silently, slowly pushing at the unsureness, the fears; pushing, but not completely overcoming. They are still there, the things I have yet to try, to learn, to fail at, to try again, and again until they become ingrained, until I can relate the knowledge without remembering how it got there, at what point it came with ease. In fact, I am sure there will never be a time when there is nothing left for me to learn as a midwife, but slowly, as time goes on I will hopefully gain more that I am able to pass on. For now, it is enlightening to see how far I have walked, and how much farther there is to go.