Much appreciation for the depth of your appreciation for the reality of motherhood and putting it in words. Often, when shopping, I'll hear a child call out for their mom, perhaps lost or pining for something they want. Always, I turn my head to see who calls out, and I notice other women do the same. These are the acts of the Universal Mom, where all the world's children are our children.
As a single mom, parenting during the teenage years required unlimited stamina. I would not revisit those years for a million dollars, but neither do I regret going through it as my child emerged into adulthood to be my best friend. The work that moms did during the surge represented radical, revolutionary love. Our individualistic culture suppresses collective love, but moms are able to slug through conventional mindsets, wounded, weary, but still fierce, and no medal required.
As a mother, I truly appreciate the empathy you’ve expressed in this beautifully written commentary on the reality of this role.
No doubt about it...
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Superb essay. Truths we may all know but are rarely expressed.
Much appreciation for the depth of your appreciation for the reality of motherhood and putting it in words. Often, when shopping, I'll hear a child call out for their mom, perhaps lost or pining for something they want. Always, I turn my head to see who calls out, and I notice other women do the same. These are the acts of the Universal Mom, where all the world's children are our children.
As a single mom, parenting during the teenage years required unlimited stamina. I would not revisit those years for a million dollars, but neither do I regret going through it as my child emerged into adulthood to be my best friend. The work that moms did during the surge represented radical, revolutionary love. Our individualistic culture suppresses collective love, but moms are able to slug through conventional mindsets, wounded, weary, but still fierce, and no medal required.