Our maternal mothers breathe as Mother Earth breathes. On Earth Day, a beautiful rainbow appeared after the smog cleared from the skies while the stay-at-home order was in effect during the pandemic.
Mother Earth sighed, “Aha. I can breathe freely again.” She thought. No factory smoke, no car nor truck emissions are congesting my lungs. There are no zillions of people’s feet stomping all over me and those fewer human breaths are not polluting my already toxic air.
“Ah,” she sighs again. “A peak into normalcy. I had forgotten what it felt like! I feel calm, still and reflective as I slowly rotate on axis with a natural rhythm.”
And while Mother Earth breathes and sighs with relief, so do our maternal mothers. They have been coerced to be in the same quarters with their children. In many instances, it is for the first time and now they are taking a closer look at them.
They, too, are sighing, “A-ha or ah.” They are thinking, I never knew he laughed that way or I did not realize that she did not like noise. They are really seeing their children for the first and some are slowly admitting that they do not really know their own children.
There’s no school, no babysitter, no nanny, no ballet classes, nor soccer practice. No, nothing. Nada. They now see that, yes, he does need more help with math and yes, her handwriting does need improvement. Or, yes, he does tend to be a wise guy and yes, she does talk all of the time. All of those irritating messages from those batty teachers now have some merit.
So, while Mother Earth relishes her break from the madness, the maternal mothers have been reunited or introduced to the quirks, idiosyncrasies and the loving touches from those that the Creator entrusted into their care.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Lynn M. May 9, 2020