As the dust from the dirt road settles, and you pull into the drive, you see it: Hopen Haus. A woman in plain clothing and a kapp steps out onto the porch. You walk up the steps and instead of judgment, you receive love; instead of ridicule, you find acceptance. The midwife’s strong, quiet voice says, “Come, my girl,” and your weary heart knows that you've come to a place of refuge, where hope is restored.
Beth Winslow has agreed to be a surrogate for her professor & his wife; she has given birth before, a son, who she gave up for adoption, and she needs funds to complete graduate school, so this seems to be the perfect option. What Beth doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels in love with the child in her womb, a daughter the biological parents decide they don’t want after early tests indicate abnormalities. She chooses to flee to Hopen Haus, and that choice colors the rest of her life with events she could never imagine.
The Midwife is a beautiful, heartbreaking story about motherhood, forgiveness and healing. Although at first I found the story to move more slowly, I came to appreciate the way in which it was told. Alternating between the past with Beth and present with Rhoda and Amelia, the scenes build the story, reaching a culmination that is tinged with both the bitter and the sweet that reconciliation can bring. I love entering a story after the choice has been made – the chips have fallen and maybe it’s not the way the character wanted things to turn out; it’s messy and discordant. Knowing the “what” of the story isn’t as important or compelling as knowing the why and how. In The Midwife, although the reader has some foreknowledge that the characters don’t have, how the characters choose to react to the path that their life has taken is beautiful and compelling.
The first-person narration is top-notch, and I hope that the author continues to use this style – I felt like I knew these characters as real people. I wanted to know them! Even the secondary characters a layered and come with descriptions that brought them to life. The scenes flow seamlessly one to the next, and although the subject matter is realistic and life-like, I read quickly because I couldn’t do otherwise – I was that engrossed in the story.
This is a story about being grateful for the time you have and instead of mourning lost time, rejoicing in what you have now. It’s about new life and re-birth and when you finally let go of bitterness, grasping the blessings that can still come from life’s messes, no matter how much time has passed, no matter how far out of reach that healing might seem. The ending was perfect – no, everything didn’t end perfectly, but it fit the story, bringing things to an end, yet also to a new beginning.
I can’t recommend Jolina Petersheim’s novels enough. The Midwife is another keeper on my shelf and one I will most likely read again, perhaps when I’m a mother myself and can even further appreciate it. If you want a story of the broken and flawed, yet healed and redeemed, you will find it in these pages. Highly recommended!