Monday 23 February 2015

hidden mother 2

Under the crescent moon last night, I waited at the train station to meet my eldest son. He had only gone 15 miles to see a movie, gone only 3 hours, but my excitement to greet him, made me pause. I have dropped him off and picked him up loads of times without thinking about what I was doing. This time was different.  I thought about his age. How soon trains will take him far from me, and how they will bring him back to me even if time beats the miles.  That's when I recognized the hidden mother in me.  That's when I realized that the way I feel about him coming and going, building confidence, finding interests, taking trips, long and short, without me, is exactly how my mother felt years before: excitement to watch me grow and super excitement welcoming me home. It is humbling, this push and the pull, this letting go and this gathering in, a perfect balance of moonlight hanging in utter darkness. I thought I knew this mother, but only now I recognize her face.


4 comments:

  1. Humbling, yes - or rough and rocky! I suppose that sensation of push and pull is what associates the moon so intimately with the mother - or even what's meant in "mother" itself derives from the moon's influence

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  2. Life experiences are every thing as we travel through life.

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  3. charlie, it's funny, i hadn't really thought so much about the tight connection between moon and mother. something to think about some more. thank you.

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