First, let me use this platform to share my thoughts and express my opinion on the idea of a mother. It’s every woman’s dream to bear and nurse a child in her bosom, right from teenage years and adolescence, a girl fantasizes on the concept of romance, marriage, and family. However, motherhood is not merely about child bearing, it’s beyond the painful pangs of nature in the labor room, it’s inconsequential that you carry a child for several months in your womb, even an incubator can do that.
Biology has so limited our understanding of motherhood that we have failed and forgotten to understand it’s true meaning.
Motherhood is a state of the heart, it is spiritual and it is a calling from God.
Science may deny you a labor room experience but it cannot rob you off the Joy of motherhood.
Motherhood is God’s purpose for every woman, and you don’t have to wait for a test result to step into the role of a mother, you don’t have to discriminate between your child and the help, you need show no special fondness or favoritism, this may seem impossible, but we must awake to this consciousness. It breaks my heart, to see women of estimable calling and destinies get lost in the tedious task of petting and pampering their children, oblivious to the things around them that are screaming for their touch. It cuts deep into me to see women loose sight of life’s meaning, all because they yet to be graced with a nine month experience.
Motherhood is essentially role play, stepping into the shoes of a ready nurturer and caretaker, it is not limited to the genetics of your x and y chromosome, and hence should not be restricted to that.
Motherhood is thinking of hungry and unsheltered children even while nursing your own, it is nurturing a seeming destitute even whilst waiting for your own, it is the heart that constantly cries for hope and the hand that consciously reaches to help.
Motherhood is a divine assignment, a spiritual partnership with heaven, it is the highest call of service and yet highly unregarded, a call of nature that has been answered by very few.
Having said all these, there’s a set of mothers I’d like to celebrate. Women who have been bold in their resolve to show love to humanity, who have dared to look beyond the tears rolling down their nose, women whose contribution to society has depicted the true nature of sacrifice, I mean, the mother Theresa’s of our time, and there are quite a number of them.
To the mother who cries night after night, praying for a child from her womb, believing in a hope that belies medical evidence, yet, daily gracing friends and colleagues with a smile as bright as light, remaining submissive and virtuous, even in the glaring face of hunting in-laws, whose only cry is for a child or her blood.
To the single mother, who was confident enough to embrace a mistake, resolving to nurse a teenage pregnancy, blinding her eyes to the tempting option of an abortion. Quick to embrace parental rebuke and societal condemnation, without a man, she steps into the role of father and mother, and what an excellent job she does.
To the mother who was once married, who was betrayed, beaten and kicked out of a marriage she had carefully built her life around. Who have faced the sharp slicing pain of rejection, denied custody of the children, yet, living each day deliberately conscious of her value and her contribution to the society, refusing to take a No from Life.
To the mothers who are all around us, teaching us, scolding us, loving us against all odds, award winning mothers who have compromised career opportunities, battled between promotions, maternity leave, and PTA’s, To every woman, who though did not birth us, have loved us, at every time where it really mattered. Nannies, teachers, aunties, girlfriends, wives all round us ,mothering us.
Finally, to the very special apple of my eye, the woman after my heart, A mother in whom I am well pleased, , super woman with a super heart, so what if you are not on facebook? I still think you are cool. Lol!
Hearty cheers to my mum, and to every mother; I love you all…MWUAH!!!
© Tochi Eze
Biology has so limited our understanding of motherhood that we have failed and forgotten to understand it’s true meaning.
Motherhood is a state of the heart, it is spiritual and it is a calling from God.
Science may deny you a labor room experience but it cannot rob you off the Joy of motherhood.
Motherhood is God’s purpose for every woman, and you don’t have to wait for a test result to step into the role of a mother, you don’t have to discriminate between your child and the help, you need show no special fondness or favoritism, this may seem impossible, but we must awake to this consciousness. It breaks my heart, to see women of estimable calling and destinies get lost in the tedious task of petting and pampering their children, oblivious to the things around them that are screaming for their touch. It cuts deep into me to see women loose sight of life’s meaning, all because they yet to be graced with a nine month experience.
Motherhood is essentially role play, stepping into the shoes of a ready nurturer and caretaker, it is not limited to the genetics of your x and y chromosome, and hence should not be restricted to that.
Motherhood is thinking of hungry and unsheltered children even while nursing your own, it is nurturing a seeming destitute even whilst waiting for your own, it is the heart that constantly cries for hope and the hand that consciously reaches to help.
Motherhood is a divine assignment, a spiritual partnership with heaven, it is the highest call of service and yet highly unregarded, a call of nature that has been answered by very few.
Having said all these, there’s a set of mothers I’d like to celebrate. Women who have been bold in their resolve to show love to humanity, who have dared to look beyond the tears rolling down their nose, women whose contribution to society has depicted the true nature of sacrifice, I mean, the mother Theresa’s of our time, and there are quite a number of them.
To the mother who cries night after night, praying for a child from her womb, believing in a hope that belies medical evidence, yet, daily gracing friends and colleagues with a smile as bright as light, remaining submissive and virtuous, even in the glaring face of hunting in-laws, whose only cry is for a child or her blood.
To the single mother, who was confident enough to embrace a mistake, resolving to nurse a teenage pregnancy, blinding her eyes to the tempting option of an abortion. Quick to embrace parental rebuke and societal condemnation, without a man, she steps into the role of father and mother, and what an excellent job she does.
To the mother who was once married, who was betrayed, beaten and kicked out of a marriage she had carefully built her life around. Who have faced the sharp slicing pain of rejection, denied custody of the children, yet, living each day deliberately conscious of her value and her contribution to the society, refusing to take a No from Life.
To the mothers who are all around us, teaching us, scolding us, loving us against all odds, award winning mothers who have compromised career opportunities, battled between promotions, maternity leave, and PTA’s, To every woman, who though did not birth us, have loved us, at every time where it really mattered. Nannies, teachers, aunties, girlfriends, wives all round us ,mothering us.
Finally, to the very special apple of my eye, the woman after my heart, A mother in whom I am well pleased, , super woman with a super heart, so what if you are not on facebook? I still think you are cool. Lol!
Hearty cheers to my mum, and to every mother; I love you all…MWUAH!!!
© Tochi Eze
