There is no other way into the universe except through the body of a woman.
When we see a pregnant woman, we know that some new person is coming here. Everything else remains unknown. Who that person is, and what she will bring to her family, and world, and what kind of life she will have remain unknown to us and even to the mother, the carrier and the labyrinth of this creativity. This is one of the great privileges of women, to be able to give birth.
In and through the mother, empty space is changed into a person. The anonymous water element becomes face, body, soul, life, and inner world.
A bond is being developed from which she will never be released. In a sense, she can never part from the one she has carried under her heart.
Excerpt from John O’Donohue’s “Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong.”
Something to contemplate this Mother’s Day, along with these ancient verses from the prophet Isaiah:
Listen to me, you islands;
hear this, you distant nations:
Before I was born the Lord called me;
from my mother’s womb he has spoken my name…
5 And now the Lord says—
he who formed me in the womb to be his servant
to bring Jacob back to him
and gather Israel to himself,
for I am honored in the eyes of the Lord
and my God has been my strength…
15 “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!
16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…