A Mom's Heart
The chicken in the picture belongs to my cousin's neighbor. The chicken is nesting under garbage we are piling. Yesterday as Froggy213 cut, cut, cut and cut branches, I didn't know where to put them because the chicken did not want to get out of the way. Thinking she would move if I stand near...but that wasn't more fearsome than leaving her eggs abandoned. Wow!!! That really was heart touching. As I got closer I noticed her eyes...take a close, deep look...see what I saw? The eyes of tenderness that only a mom's heart could truly show. She knew that her movement could break the eggs, even when the hard things falling upon the cover she found...her protective mode was on...I wonder if she preferred to die instead of reaching out for her own life and peace.
I am a mother of three adults; and as a retired Special Education teacher for 30 years I gained more children in my heart; and hearing mother's stories have given me the privilege to know a mom's heart and of course because my mother has shown the warmth of her love.
I wrote about a father's love to a question I found here in HubPages in: A Father's Love: Answering By Our Own Experience. I will write of a mom's heart because a chicken showed me her mom's heart.
If Animals Could Why Can't We?
Since I became a mother I became a chicken...I dared who ever would damage one of my children. Perhaps, from my own experience comes my lack of understanding of mothers that are capable to destroy a human that was formed in her womb, who she carried for months...stuck to her...depending to live from her.
I am not accusing anybody...I am not a judge...God has that position; but I am a human in defense of those who do not fight because they don't dare or can not defend themselves. I have not been a perfect mom, I know I did , I do; and hopefully not, but I will make mistakes as a mother.
If animals could why can't we? Have you ever heard the saying that "as I know humans I love more the animals"...sad, but true. I invite you to take a journey with me, buckle up and let's ride into some animal mom's heart.
Their groups are named herd and they live in tight matriarchal, deep family bonds. The herd is led by the oldest female, raising and protecting the whole matriarchal herd. Males leave the family when they reach their 12 to 15 years of life; to live alone or for a short period with other males.
This is one of the most incredible facts I have ever heard from a mother which makes the ultimate sacrifice for her children. The sea louse (a crustacean, which the plural is sea lice) sits back as their dozen babies eat through the insides as they escape to the new world leaving her dead.
The mom's heart of the cheetah shows us the responsibility of being sure we gave our children the skills to live independent. She leaves her kids after two years of demonstration in hunting and avoiding predators in the wild.
Gorillas live in groups named bands. They make nests which are shared only with her nursing offspring. These big and tough animals represent an oxymoron as they carefully nurture their young. The mom's heart of the gorilla feed her babies for the first 21/2 years of life.
These ruminant mammals have their gestation about 200 days and in the spring one to three fawns will be given birth. God gave them a lack of scent to be protected from enemies since they cannot be smelled. The mom's heart keeps them hidden in bushes and checks up on them about 6 times a day to feed them. Young deer stay with their mothers for 1-2 years.
Young deer stay with their mothers
A mother's heart is...
A mom's heart is special. Children do not survive without our protection, care and love. When they grow, we are still their mothers.
I had a natural miscarriage before my last baby. I could still feel the emptiness around 25 years; it has been one of my most painful experiences. If for some reason there is an unwanted child, there are many women that will open their arms to receive them.
Blessings to all!
© Maria Magdalena Ruiz O'Farrill
A Mother's love
© 2012 Maria Magdalena Ruiz O'Farrill
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