I’ve been thinking about Mother’s day – I nixed all gifts in favor of helping another mother – and what makes me one. And I had a quiet, bright epiphany while walking to the kitchen sink.
Becoming pregnant didn’t make me a mother. Even giving birth didn’t do it. What made me a mother was making the conscious decision – this is who I will become, this is where I will take my life, this is what will change my regard of people around me, of children for whom I have community responsibilities, if not legal ones.
My eyes were swapped out, and with a blink, and I could see the world the way other women have for millennia. A place in relation to not just my child, but to all children. A place where ferocious kindness, thought and action are required.