This morning, doing that 'it's Saturday morning and I can stay in bed with my eyes closed for however long I want to' thing, I began thinking of the trip to Europe last year and how best to write the ducks' story, what angle to take, where to start, what photos to include, shall I embarass my children. From there, via a few assorted other ideas, I came to think about mothering.
The term 'mothering' can be assoicated with smothering, overbearing, stepping in where you are not needed, too much advice when you want to find out yourself. The flip side of that is unconditional love, someone being there when you need to talk, cry, laugh, shop, cook, eat, vent. We think we get over the need for mothering when we are about 10 years old - some people it's later and some it's even earlier. Some people don't have the experience of being mothered for even that amount of time as their mother isn't in their life for long for whatever reason.
The fact that we think we don't need mothering because it is no longer in our lives or that we don't think we need mothering because we are adults and we are over that are totally irrelevant. We all need mothering at some moments in our adult life, maybe not for long, but the need is there. That feeling of being safe and loved and needed and listened to and coddled for a moment is a core need of humans.
We may not think we need something that is not there or that we didn't have. Maybe we are not allowing ourselves the thought that that is what we would like to feel as we don't have it in our lives. What we don't allow ourselves to know we don't miss.
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