Motherhood
“The
special bond between a mother and her children is like a long knotted
rope that can never be untangled forever.”
Leonora
R. Aquino
My
blog is posting late because both my sons were here early for
breakfast. Sometimes, I fret about having grown-up sons here at seven
o'clock in the morning, panting for omelets and toast. Then I think
about all the mothers whose children live in other states, or other
countries. They may see them twice a year or less. That's how it was
for my own parents. Distance doesn't diminish our connection, but it
does sometimes strain our relationships. They may depart from us religiously, politically, and socially, but we remain soul connected.
Motherhood
is a special state simply because there was a time when we were
completely undifferentiated. We formed a symbiotic pairing with each
child we carried in our bellies. Each one began within us, and even
when the cord was cut, something of them stayed within us. We feel we
know them as no one else can. It's an unbreakable bond, even when out
relationships are difficult.
I
can't speak for fathers, having never been one, but I suspect their
relationships with their children are different. They are more
protective with girl-children right into adulthood, and more
instructive and competitive with boy-children. It is usually Mom who
is the confidant, and Dad who is the mentor—one centered in the
heart, one centered in the head—both necessary. No less love, just
different relationships.
I
know this; no power on Earth could separate me from my sons. I
suspect every mother feels this way. Sometimes hard choices are
called for; at times, firm boundaries must be drawn, but they are
drawn in service to love, and out of respect for the grown men and
women who sprung from us. Little do they know they carry our beating
hearts around in their pockets.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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