This month of May I have felt the power and potency of what true Mother love can do. Both from receiving from my own mother and as a mother myself. Sometimes a mother’s love is soft and warm, like a marsh mellow you can land on, always feeling held. And at other times, a Mother’s love is fierce and fire-fueled propelling you into action and correcting the course of your life.
Mother’s instinct is a magical well of wisdom that needs no introduction. The transformation that occurs in a woman when she becomes a mother is profoundly ethereal. Trusting oneself to act on these impulses is sometimes the edge between life and death. In all aspects of life, I believe, a Mother’s instinct must always be honoured and listen to. This is the superpower we all inherit as mothers.
I often reflect on the journey of my life and all that has been written. The different cultural and societal ways in-which we, as mothers, have been conditioned, honoured and discarded. It is a bitter sweet moment when your children no longer fit in your arms. As they grow and separate from us, becoming more independent. No longer seeking our counsel as teenagers, forging their own identities, often in opposition to ours. Such is the cycle of life. Hopefully, we get through this turbulent season of adolescence and they come back to us as adults and become our best friends. Hopefully, they honour our sleepless nights, and heart ache as they no longer reach for us with their tiny hands. When they themselves are grown and become parents they will know this sweet surrender and exquisite pain.
The window of time of childhood is so short and intense. My children are growing and they way I show up to love them has changed. Yet the intensity of the love remains. Such is life. A simple treat and re-direction no longer works. Negotiation skills come into play and eventually we must let them go out into the world and find their way.
As I continue to build the village around my children, I am feeling more secure in this “letting go” and ” letting in” process. I feel incredibly blessed that my children have the privilege of growing up with grandparents. With uncles and aunties, with cousins. They are surrounded by good people who care for them and keep them in check.
Lets also remember to keep the village for the mothers and the grandmothers. We who support the children also need support. I feel so joyful to have a strong masculine presence in my life with my amazing father and my partner. Both whom epitomize how we, as mothers, need a pillar to lean on. As I gather my village in all directions I feel the expansion of the divine mother love pulsing through me as well.
This blog is a siren call to all mother’s who are struggling at the moment. I want you to know that you are not alone, we are all in this together. Sending so much love and strength to you all. Know that I am here holding you and part of your village too.
Nazanin Marashian 