May 12, 2019-
I only had one call to make, this morning. Mom is still very much alive and well. Mother-in-Law is by her eldest daughter’s side, in the spirit world. I know they still have my back, though their plans for me are somewhat hidden, at this point in time.
I don’t so much fret over my present state of affairs, as wonder where it is leading. It could be that, tomorrow, when I contact the County Office of Education, I will be told to re-do this or that process or be told simply that everything is in order on my end, but that they need more time to finish the red tape. Regardless, the academic year is almost over. The needs of summer will shortly be upon me.
Enough of my quotidia, though. This is a day, beyond Hallmark cards and the floral industry, for fully recognizing the spirit of nurturance, the raising of generations. The vast majority of women who give birth are nurturers. There are always exceptions, outliers, who are not fit for the greatest and most honourable job in the human world. I read of one such benighted soul, earlier this morning. Most mothers, though, take the ball and run with it-to the eternal benefit of their progeny, or of those whom they take in as their own.
My mother has taken, and still takes, her responsibility as a nurturer seriously. That spirit has flowed, seamlessly, to her daughter and granddaughters. It has informed the choices of mate that my brothers and I have made-Penny and each of my sisters-in-law raised their children in a sea of discipline and love. It continues with our children’s generation. Aram and four of his male cousins have each married strong, nurturing women.
It can’t be easy, this balancing of body and soul; this overcoming the intense pain of bringing a newborn into the world of contingency. It is certainly troubling, to sometimes feel one’s efforts are overlooked, cast aside or unappreciated, until it is often too late. In my case, I have sometimes felt that I have had to make up for lost time, with the most important people in my life.
That, though, brings out the true beauty of the genesis spirit: The power of forgiveness; the strength of forbearance; the ability to get an errant child to take ownership of destiny. A true mother does the heavy lifting of nurturance, gets a father to buy into the process and sends a child into the wider world, with the assurance that-one’s foibles and weaknesses aside, there will be success against a backdrop of trials and setbacks. It will be so, because of the firm foundation of love.