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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 764534" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Hi New Leaf. We as mothers get corrupted. I don't know another way to say it. Nature invests us with the drive to protect and care for babies, believing with all our hearts and souls that we can. We can't. </p><p></p><p>However useful and necessary it is for evolution, we are only surrogates. Surrogates for G-d. These children were always G-d's. And yet we persist with this tragic and pervasive delusion that we can protect and that we should. This delusion seems to never, ever leave us.</p><p></p><p>Maybe we can for the small stuff, diapers, staying out of the street (sometimes)....but the big stuff. Nah. Nada. Zilch.</p><p></p><p>I recognize these words seem cynical maybe, even heartless. Forgive me. What I mean to say here is that there is nothing I can do to alter my son's destiny, nor can you alter your Rain's or Tornado's.</p><p></p><p>There is a cooking blog named, The Big Man's World, run by a young, male chef. I chafe at the name, but there is a truth to it. There is no room for mothers in that phrase. Maybe even, in that world. I don't know. (By know means do I mean to be blasphemous, here.)</p><p></p><p>Jews call the female essence in the world, the Shekhina. The Shekhina gives nurture and protection. She is the way that G-d is present to us in the world. We pray to her. We chant to her. She comes to us and alleviates our suffering and replaces it with joy. We can hide behind her skirts, and she makes us safe and we can be enveloped by her love. We transcend our suffering.</p><p></p><p>Pray to Shekhina New Leaf, that she shelters and loves your girls. Whatever they do, wherever they go. They were never yours. Not really. Just as my son was never mine.</p><p></p><p>Pray to the Shekhina New Leaf. That your girls can find protection with Her. You and I could never protect our grown kids. Pray to the Shekhina for rest, for nourishment, for respite. Let's together hide in her skirts and feel peace. Love, Copa</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 764534, member: 18958"] Hi New Leaf. We as mothers get corrupted. I don't know another way to say it. Nature invests us with the drive to protect and care for babies, believing with all our hearts and souls that we can. We can't. However useful and necessary it is for evolution, we are only surrogates. Surrogates for G-d. These children were always G-d's. And yet we persist with this tragic and pervasive delusion that we can protect and that we should. This delusion seems to never, ever leave us. Maybe we can for the small stuff, diapers, staying out of the street (sometimes)....but the big stuff. Nah. Nada. Zilch. I recognize these words seem cynical maybe, even heartless. Forgive me. What I mean to say here is that there is nothing I can do to alter my son's destiny, nor can you alter your Rain's or Tornado's. There is a cooking blog named, The Big Man's World, run by a young, male chef. I chafe at the name, but there is a truth to it. There is no room for mothers in that phrase. Maybe even, in that world. I don't know. (By know means do I mean to be blasphemous, here.) Jews call the female essence in the world, the Shekhina. The Shekhina gives nurture and protection. She is the way that G-d is present to us in the world. We pray to her. We chant to her. She comes to us and alleviates our suffering and replaces it with joy. We can hide behind her skirts, and she makes us safe and we can be enveloped by her love. We transcend our suffering. Pray to Shekhina New Leaf, that she shelters and loves your girls. Whatever they do, wherever they go. They were never yours. Not really. Just as my son was never mine. Pray to the Shekhina New Leaf. That your girls can find protection with Her. You and I could never protect our grown kids. Pray to the Shekhina for rest, for nourishment, for respite. Let's together hide in her skirts and feel peace. Love, Copa [/QUOTE]
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