In Praise of Mothers
We’ve talked often in these posts about the Warrior Mindset as a template for the writer or artist or entrepreneur’s inner world. Treat the struggle as a war. Fight it like a warrior.
But there’s another paradigm, another archetype that may be even more powerful.
I’m talking about the Mother.
When you think about it, the writer or artist is more like a mother than a warrior.
First, she is doing that which only God Himself and other artists have done. She is bringing forth onto the material plane a living being that has never existed before.
The artist’s work is the Mother’s baby. She conceives it, she carries it to term, she gives birth to it.
Now consider the Mother once her issue has been brought into the world. In many ways, she is more ferocious in its cause than a warrior.
A mother will run into a burning building to save her child.
A 110-pound mom will lift a Buick with her bare hands to protect her baby.
A mother will kill for her child. She will sacrifice anything, even her own life, in defense of her offspring.
A mother will give up her own vanity (no small thing) in favor of raising her child. Fashion? Weight? Hair, nails, skin? In the tradeoff of time—for herself or for her child—a mom will show up uncombed, un-made-up, in yoga pants and flip-flops to register her kid for pre-K or to root her child on in soccer.
More amazing than these, a mother will emancipate her child from her own vanity of expectations. Does she wish her daughter would graduate from Stanford and become a professor of French Literature? She’ll release her to become a professional wrestler. And never lose a jot of love or commitment.
You and I have to be like that mother.
We are here to serve, not our own selves or our own ambition, but the new life that will be born through us.
We must protect that life. We are its vessel. That which we perform for ourselves is in service only of that new life.
Nor can we cling to or possess that new life. We are only the medium through which it has entered the world. We must not force it or manipulate it into being what we want it to be. We must let it be what it is and what it will become.
We must release it. We must let it go.
This is nature. This is life. This is our role.
We are warriors. And we are mothers.