I'll Tell You What a Mother Isn't

She stood up there and I didn't quite buy it. she had the charisma, her voice crescendoed and extrapolated, emphasizing and articulating in ways that were satisfying and brillant, profound, yet professionally cordial

she was a powerhouse thinker it seemed, as she spelled out her ideas on Ted,

and i didnt buy it

my first thought being-

this is not a mother

though she might have been

but a mother

(i mean a real mother)

 (i mean the way a mother is supposed to be-

and yes, there is a supposed to)

is something else.

she was playing a part

she was adding on power to her costume and flaunting it, trying to attract, to impress

and that a mother doesn't have time to do ( doesn't want to do)

for a mother, as opposed to a young woman with time and excess energy and hopes to wow through her physical frame ,

has been beaten through the test of time

to a deeper place where her voice is thick and gravely and rich

a mother has a rich voice, a booming laugh, that laughs at the heaviness

that needs to impress no one

that commands not from a place of fear of not being listened to or admired

but from a place of truth and justice- for she is grabbing on from the iron bars of wisdom she has acquired through her years of searching through the dust, rubble, chaos for the joy and beauty of childhood

and she does not stand up in front of a crowd flaunting, attracting,wooing

because she has greater dignity than that

because she knows that if they dont see her face if they dont hear her gravely voice if they dont see past her to the Truth

to what needs to be done to what must be done.....

she is not waving anyone over

she needs to woo no one

she is a woman, a mother

and she WILL be listened to

make no mistake about that

and when she laughs, you will laugh with her

because you're in love

with something deep within her and beyond her

and that something is stronger than any physical appendage could ever convince you of her strength.