By Dr. Ken Larsen
This day has value to help us remember the person who brought us into being in her body and then gave us to the world. Our mothers were there to hold us, to feed us, to care for us with all our basic needs. Hers was the voice of comfort in distress, soothing, softening the harsh world that was so new to us.
She was a sturdy support as we grew and learned to feed ourselves, to walk, to play and to rejoice in the freedom of not needing diapers.
As we grew we didn’t need her quite so much. Yet even as we moved on in life, we were still connected.
It’s sometimes hard to understand why Mom is still interested in us, is still concerned for our well being, still wants to be part of the life that she brought into the world.
“The changes that happen in the mommy brain are the most profound and permanent of a woman’s life. For as long as her child is living under her roof, her GPS system of brain circuits will be dedicated to tracking that beloved child. Long after the grown baby leaves the nest, the tracking device continues to work. Perhaps this is why so many mothers experience intense grief and panic when they lose day-to-day contact with the person their brain tells them is an extension of their own reality.”1
Marty Robbins wrote the song “You gave me a mountain.” One of the lines goes: “My mother died giving me life.” In a way this is true for all mothers. They die to who they were in their own individual life to become a mother, a giver of life and love and support to those she has borne.
1The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine M.D.