In the heart of a home, a young woman stands in the kitchen, her hair unkempt and eyes filled with uncertainty. She shifts uneasily, caught in a moment of grief and confusion. Just the night before, her brother succumbed to an overdose. Her mother, a dear friend of mine, has drawn me into this whirlwind of sorrow, and here I am, organizing the refrigerator and cleaning the countertops—small actions that provide a semblance of control when everything feels out of reach.
“I don’t know how to make lasagna,” she admits, eyeing the pan I’m carefully placing in the freezer.
“That’s perfectly fine, dear. I can teach you,” I respond, ready to guide her through the steps of preheating the oven.
“I don’t know what to do next,” she interjects, her voice trembling.
I take a moment to absorb the weight of her despair. “Sometimes, when life throws us into chaos, there is no next step. Sometimes, we just need to be together in the midst of it all.”
This young woman, once a lively child I used to know, now stands before me as a stranger in her grief. Yet today, she’s seeking maternal comfort, and in this moment, I realize she has found it in me.
As I gently stroke her hair and hold her hand, we remain still while the oven beeps—a simple act of love amid overwhelming sorrow.
My journey of loving like a mother began 16 years ago when my son, Ethan, arrived after a lengthy labor—screaming and bright red. The doctor presented him to me, and rather than being flooded with love, I felt only exhaustion. That disconnection lingered, even as the nurses brought him to me for feedings and diaper changes. It felt surreal, almost like an act. This wasn’t my baby; it didn’t feel real.
In the quiet hours of the last day in the hospital, I roamed the hallways with my IV stand, following my doctor’s orders to move. Alone, I heard a baby crying from the nursery, and a fleeting thought crossed my mind: “That must be Ethan.” I chuckled at myself—how could I possibly know his cry? I had only just met him.
On my next lap, a nurse approached, wheeling out a bassinet. “Mrs. Thompson! You’re up! I was just bringing your little boy to you. Ethan was crying, and I didn’t want him to disturb the others. He needs his mommy.”
And in that moment, the essence of motherhood sparked within me.
Over the years, amid the chaos of parenting, I sometimes misidentify mothering as merely carpooling, filling out forms, or managing the day-to-day chores. I mistakenly equate it with picking up shoes, clearing the table, or yelling for everyone to hurry up. I often think of mothering in terms of labels: single, foster, step—diminishing its true meaning.
But I couldn’t be more wrong. Mothering transcends mundane tasks. It is a profound love that arises when a child in front of you craves deep, unconditional support. It manifests when they need a sanctuary or an unwavering advocate.
I have cared for a 13-year-old boy who recently came out to his deeply religious parents, and the fallout was devastating. He feared he had shattered his family and hurt his mother. When Ethan brought him home from the bus stop, I prepared a warm meal and reassured him that his parents loved him fiercely, even if they seemed lost in their own struggles.
I also mothered a 4-year-old girl, Mia, who had endured the heartbreak of three foster homes. She had her own demons, once locking my baby, Caden, in a box. It was a challenge to connect with her, yet during that chapter, she was entrusted to my care, and I loved her with all my heart.
Loving like a mother isn’t exclusive to biological ties. It’s a universal bond. The love I provide is echoed by my children’s group leaders, their teachers, and the countless friends and family who have embraced them like mothers. I stand in awe of the unseen network of love surrounding my children, grateful for the support that I know enriches their lives.
True maternal love knows no boundaries. It defies genetics, legal definitions, or societal labels. It’s not restricted by titles or roles—it flourishes in the act of unconditional love. When you love someone in the way they need to be loved at that moment, you embrace what it truly means to love like a mother.
The world is undoubtedly better for it.
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Summary
Maternal love transcends traditional definitions and societal labels. It is an unconditional bond that provides support and care, whether through biological ties or through the love shared by non-relatives. This type of love emerges in the moments when a child needs comfort, advocacy, and a safe space—a testament to the profound and universal nature of motherhood.