Sunday, August 7, 2016

"They may not have my eyes, or my hands, but surely my heart"

Last few hours to go this Friendship Day, and this not being the conventional Mother’s Day, I preferably choose this day to put forward my views and questions on an unconventional , unorthodox shape of motherhood.  You are free to opinionate on my post. Because you are either already mothers, or have hailed from a known mother.


Every time I stop by the Jubilee hills Checkpost traffic signal, and gaze outside through the locked glasses of the Uber I am sitting in, the ‘beggars’ aged 5 or 6 years, bang on the closed car windows, and then leave the moment signals close, leaving tiny impressions of their hands on the glass. Some have mothers, others don’t. And some are abandoned, unwanted daughters and sons. We sympathize, and then leave.


Honestly, that’s how life goes on. In a fast moving age like ours, when broken things are disposed off and not fixed, sympathies for a brown eyed beggar child cannot be accommodated for more than a few seconds. I have no authority to tell you, what ‘could’ be done to eradicate motherless-hood. And here, poverty eradication is definitely not my topic of discussion.


But then, addressing all Mothers here, how do you define motherhood?
Is motherhood restricted to carrying the living embryo in your couch for 9 months, giving birth bearing the excruciating pain and then bringing up the child under your shelter? No wonder, all these guarantee that you have the shown the child, the light of the world.
But, people have abandoned and disowned their beautiful kids even after having gone through these conventional norms.  And lucky ones like us, who were born under the right stars, survived with an identity. Would it be very nonconformist if I said, the motherhood I would entail would be by providing identity to a nameless child? Will I be called an ultra modern extremist or a feminist who is trying to deny the biological conjunction between the two sexes before I give myself the right to be called a mother? Isn’t motherhood about accommodating another life into your own? Or is motherhood, only about adding a DNA matched heir to the family? Is impregnating oneself, the only license to mother a child?

“Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.” Quoted  Oprah Winfrey.

Giving birth comes first, and then comes giving a life to it. Would you still judge me if I said, DNA is not going to be the pre-requisite to call someone my own? Would the society still roll eyes at me, if I said despite not having a physiological incapability, I chose to pick my heir from the unwanted ones? Every child deserves the love of a family, and that of a mother. Giving such children the needed love, care, education and a parent, takes courage, and utmost desire to be the guardian angel  to someone.