Becoming a mother is one of the highest acts of spirituality that one can fathom. Not only because a mother brings into the world a new life, an untarnished soul from multiple layers beneath her own living body. Not only because she nurtures her and provides her sustenance from within herself, mind and body. Not only because she showers her with love, and care and invests herself completely on her child, sacrificing her own needs and aspirations. But because after years of dealing with endless feedings, diaper changes, cleaning messes, school duties, teenage tantrums, emotional turbulences, she has to let her baby go. That’s the true test of spiritual growth. An act of pure selflessness.
True love has no strings attached. We do not raise our kids with an expectation of return on investment. We raise them to culminate into strong independent beings. We endeavour to strengthen their wings, so that they can fly to greater heights. They learn to detach from us and seek new adventures in life. Similarly, we must learn to detach from our kids, and seek our happiness in their well-being.
Once a mother is always a mother, even if her children are no longer with her. Even if they are far apart, they will always be in her heart. Hence, for her to be able to detach from her children is not easy. There is a different kind of godliness in creating something, giving it all you have, and then letting it go. It means that nothing in this world is indispensable, and a human being can live his/her life peacefully without any worldly attachments. To learn to live in this manner, one needs to ask himself, what hereafter? We come into this world, spend our entire lives in relentless pursuit of physical assets for ourselves and our loved ones, and ultimately perish in the struggle, leaving it all behind. If we cannot detach ourselves now, how will we progress into the world beyond the present one?
It is still easier to detach from worldly assets than our loved ones, and a mother’s most precious assets are her children. The day her children grow up to be independent, is the most difficult phase of her life, as she now has a sudden void to fill. However, it is also the most liberating phase, as she can now witness the fruit of her labour and enjoy watching her children do well in life and fend for themselves, thanks to her efforts in bringing them up. She moves on with a feeling of satisfaction. You can see it in her eyes, on her face. A wrinkled but proud, smiling face of an artist who spent a lifetime to complete her painting, and has now left it in the open for the world to see.