Mother: moment of self-overcoming of the Creator!

It is difficult to write about mothers and their divine meanings, after so many have done so and in a divine way! Furthermore, everything that has been said and written about it has barely illustrated a being that transcends itself in terms of magnitude, beauty and charm, therefore, always beyond what the pens of scribes and the sighs of poets can do. After, on the occasion of the distant celebration of Father's Day, I came across the phrase: “Dad, you are almost a mother to me!”, I understood and accepted my inability to minimally describe “being a mother”.

The construction of my texts in our tasty “Eu Sem Fronteiras” begins and now ends in the strangest places: the last text, about wanting to be a bird, was almost ready in my head, when I was doing an ultrasound, inside that machine that seems to have the intention of turning us into sausage, following the orders to exhale, retain and release the air from our lungs. It took too long and I decided to mentally elaborate the text about birding and flying with birds to all corners, even the one we all fear, but that piques our curiosity (the other side…). The text was ready in my head and two or three hours later it was in the hands of the Publishers of this space.

Two weeks later, I found myself in the same clinical analysis laboratory, where I would face another one of those machines that I always suspected had been borrowed from horror movie studios. Resigned, I waited to be called to be swallowed by the CT scanner. In this, a lady enters, all coquettish, smiling, cute, lacking only a sign on her forehead that says “MOTHER”. Behind her a little guy in his 40s, tall, strong, who didn't need any sign on his forehead, given the great physiognomic resemblance to the little lady he was escorting. She followed the entire process for the service, from filling out the questionnaire full of weird questions and demanding the memory of a nerdy elephant to answer. The boy was filling in, while debating with the lady the details of the answers, very attentive and kind, which made me think: “Wow! Little face, beauty, you know how to take care of your mother!”. At one point I was called, I faced the monster that resided in a cave painted white, on whose door were written the words: “COMPUTERIZED TOMOGRAPHY” and “CAUTION! ELECTROMAGNESIUM”. I left there alive and even admitting sympathies in that people grinder, I returned to the same waiting room, because I would have to face that vampiric needle, to suck my precious blood, sitting next to the little lady and already looking for her " escort”, when the young man passes through the same door as me, coming from some examination, and is immediately involved by the lady. At that time I could hear: “Did it hurt a lot, my son? The mother is here! Imagine I was going to let you come alone!”… I was a little confused, because the lady was half the height of her little boy and at least 40 kilos, and her little face showed that mixture of pity and concern, emotional composition restricted only to women. mothers!

I followed them with my eyes and noticed that the escort was now made by the lady, while receiving a look from the young man, accompanied by a discreet smile and a shrug of the shoulders, as if to say (and I did!): “See? It seems that I'm still the little boy who scrapes his knee on the skateboard and his mother comes with the merthiolate and a thousand kisses!”.

Amazed, I understood what leads a woman to be raised to the plane of the goddesses, favorite daughters of Creation when, then, she receives the commendation of being “MOTHER”

If what I saw is not love in its most intense form, may the reader forgive me for the inability to see beyond, but I swear I was jealous of the big guy and once again I learned something about the divine work!

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