Motherhood: Pulled from the EtherPosted: May 11, 2013
I am your mother.
I dreamed of you before your souls were tied to any physical existence. I was your mother before you even came to be. Your existence floated all around me, waiting. In the beginning, your physical form came into being within mine, pulled from the ether into my body. The first electrical currents of your thoughts began inside my body—each of you, the tiniest snow globe inside of me, housing the cracks and thunder bolts of your emerging personality. The first thumps of your hearts, began in me.
When you grew, every cell in your body came from me. For nine months, you were a new permutation of myself, cell by cell, molecule by molecule.
So believe me when I say that watching you grow is like sending pieces of myself into the world. Pieces that I sometimes long to take back while simultaneously ache to set free.
You are the physical manifestation of my love for your father—genetic amalgamation, so fearfully and wonderfully made. As we created you and I birthed you into this world, I believe when the time comes, we will birth each other into the next.
And so we continue, in this infinite loop, in and out of physical existence. Mother, children, father, family.
I am your mother. I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day, to all mothers of every permutation.