“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before.”
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
This topic challenged me in unexpected ways and opened a sense of ethereal understanding in yet others. No matter what kind of mother brought us into this world, the circumstances or reasoning behind our births, we owe that one fundamental respect and thank you to the woman who gave us life.
One of the definitions in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary for mother is: maternal tenderness and affection. If that is the case, wouldn’t that apply to any decent compassionate human being? We all carry a mothering instinct in us to protect, shelter, and care for others of our species. In light of that basic comprehension, what if the role of mother changed to who ever molded the person you are now?
Perhaps we didn’t discover exactly what it meant to be mothered until we became adults or parents ourselves. What if we took someone or they took us under our/their wing and showed simple compassion and appreciation; is that not mothering?
This Sunday celebrate the very act of having been born and those saintly souls who mother our spirits. As a mother myself, I gave the world a daughter and she gave me the unconditional love and honor of being her mother. I have earned my place in her heart and life. Ask yourself who has earned that place in yours and honor them with all the glory they deserve not just in a single day, but all the days of your life.
Even Edgar Allen Poe in all his dysfunctional haunted understanding of life, could behold the beauty of that which is called Mother:
“Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.”
-- Edgar Allan Poe
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