A mother does two things.
- Provide a controlled, safe, blockaded environment in which a child can grow and learn and flourish.
- Surrender that environment and transition to the supportive, conducive enabling agent which will see their child launched into the world.
These two things are diametrically opposed.
Early on a mother MUST contain and protect her child. The world is a vicious, evil place and youth, unguided and unprotected WILL succumb to the temptation or provocations that exist there. The world is there to lure young children into servitude, enslavement, and abuse. A mother must be there to ensure her children are guided away from, and protected against such seductions.
A child needs a wholesome childhood in which to allow abandon and whimsy to flourish and blossom.
Of course that environment does NOT exist in the world. And only a mother can provide that sequestered enchanting world where a child feels safe, free and loved.
Later, when the child learns of the evils of the world, the dastardly vicious workings of people dead-set on taking what that child has worked for, the conniving salacious pursuits of those eager to destroy a young life, the mother must transition into one of support and surrender. She must release her wards, her babes, into a world she knows will try to destroy them.
But in this final act, she must convert her protectionist way to expansionist dreams. “Go, my son. Travel, my daughter. See the world, experience life. I’ve protected you long enough. Now is the time for you to protect yourself. I give to your freedom.”
Imagine the angst in a mother’s heart. The agony of, for years, ensuring the safety and well being of a child, only to, eventually, reverse this mindset and push them out, force them out into an unforgiving world.
For their own good. Always, for their own good. What trauma the poor mother must endure. Protect for ages and then surrender, willfully.
Christ, I’m glad I’m a father.