Mother’s Love From The Eyes Of A Daughter
Our space is dedicated to issues related to motherhood, but today we want to show a mother’s love through the eyes of a daughter.
The following story was written by a member of our writing team who was excited to share it with us and others.
spring, 2017
The first time my boyfriend and I got on the bus together we were still in our twenties. As it was crowded, I was the only one able to get a seat.
My boyfriend got to his feet, as close to me as possible among so many people.
In front of me was a woman with a baby who was about to cry.
I then looked the baby in the eyes, he found them and followed them. I started making a series of funny faces and he started laughing. Someone got on the bus and I gave up my seat, but I remained standing next to the baby.
In my arms I held the coat I had worn most of the day. It had a furry hood and I took advantage of that to make the child laugh even more. I took the furry part and put it together so that it was no longer a coat but a kind of stuffed animal.
Then, gently, I touched the baby’s little legs like a dog with the makeshift toy. Whoa, whoa, whoa! he said and the baby shuddered with laughter in his car seat.
The mother looked at me smiling and thanked me with a gesture. I suppose he thanked me for keeping him from starting to cry.
I believe that, for my part, I was grateful for having provided me with a beautiful moment through your baby. She was tired but happy. Then I knew I was a good mother.
Many on the bus whispered that I could possibly be a mother. And I thought that too, even when I hadn’t planned on being a mother.
I got off the bus with my boyfriend. Neither of them said anything at the time.
Then he smiled and said to me: “Even if you didn’t want to have children, I admit that I would be a good mother. You seem to get along so well with the kids and they get along with you . ” A little bit of fantasy evaporated and we continued walking down the street.
“I haven’t planned motherhood yet, as much as I like children.” My boyfriend laughs and doesn’t say anything else.
My Perception of Mother’s Love
I remember my mother telling me several times that she thought I was born to be a mother.
She said that there is nothing she loves more in this world than her children, that there is nothing and no one that fills her with more satisfaction than seeing her children excel.
She said she is so proud that she can feel fulfilled having the daily opportunity to give back the love she feels.
Unlike my mother, many people think that a woman is not just born to be a mother. And this I also know to be true.
Despite that, I believe in my mother. Because, in addition to the conviction in her voice, I believe in the feeling that comes over her when she says exactly the same things to me, but without words. Also when she says to herself, silently believing I’m just watching her smile.
This story is not about my own motherhood, but about how I have perceived maternal love throughout my life.
I’m infinitely grateful to her
Until I was 28 years old, I only knew how to be a daughter. My mother was exceptional with me and my brothers. With its virtues and aspects to improve, but always loving unconditionally. Always making me feel your love.
I grew up seeing the thousand and one ways my mother has to love a human being, beyond me, my siblings and the family circle.
Thanks to my mother, I learned to perceive love fully and to toast it.
I am an aunt of five children (so far) and, more than once, I have seen, cared for and loved my nephews as if they were mine.
And when I see a baby on the bus, on the sidewalk or in any public place, I remember the beauty of having received my mother’s example of love.
“The greatest gift for me – among the many I received from my mother – besides motherhood, is the ability to connect with a creature. Instant inspiration. Present without any predetermination.”
I know I learned by accident to be a mother. If I ever choose this life option, I am sure that I will be able to love my children above all else and that, even so, if I lay my eyes on a child, I will be able to connect with her.
Through some gesture of the purest and most sincere affection of someone who is happy even though he is not a mother. With a capacity… no, with a gift to love, enormous.
And if I decide I don’t want to become a mother, I’ll still be glad I lived with the grandeur and beauty of maternal love.
Mom, thank you today, tomorrow and always for everything
Above all, I want to thank you for having made love not to make me great, but to make my heart great.
If I forgot something, it’s because I have to write next time by your side.
