Laura said:True. As a mother of five children who tended to assess her self-worth by whether or not there were leftovers at the end of the meal, cooking to make people I love happy is deeply engrained.
MAMA :). Mother = feeding.
I love to think about "mothers" in general. What You said Laura touched feeling in me of gratitude for mothers for what they do and what they are.
I started to feel gratitude and being aware of unpayable debt with my mother few years ago. Before I was demanding, rude, egocentric mama's boy.
I could not imagine that it is not her obligation to give.
When my son was born there was a big "revolution" in my life externally and internally.
I think that back than I started to understand more about relation mother - son and also started to "not-understand" the love of mother.
Crazy, overwhelming, never-changing, against the reality (thinking about my unacceptable behaviour in my high school and later), always caring... love which I could not understand.
My approach towards this relation changed deeply. Although my mother lives in different world, emotional and strict religious without a need for rationality which was very often an ignition point for me, I started to just let her be and love her as she is. Let her be mother as she is.
After I appreciated the role of my mother in my life I think I started to see Mothers in a lot of more life contexts than before.
I also realized that what I have been given from her is something that I will never be able to give back...
This is religious - this is something ... I cannot describe.
This is analogy for me to all other mothers. Mothers give. Me, we, always get something.
This is rhetorical question which I do not know the answer:
Mama, how to give You back all this? What would You like to get for all You've done, for all You are?
PS. And You know. When I was writting this post I have stepped into one programme.
I know that I am stupid and struggling with self-importance then self-pitty, looking for acceptance and peaceful quite living... and when I want to say all of this about my relation to mothers and especially question directed to mothers: how to give back, somebody in me told me with "teacher's voice" that "You are only looking for appreciation here. You want that people say: "how wise he said about it". You are despicable and You shall be quite." Something in me wants me to be quite... Writting question to mothers was a fight with two "me". And still is.