#maternal love

[willumity2020]

Mom by ScatterAdam

Source: twitter.com

[haggishlyhagging]

Maternal love was not only the first kind of love. For many millennia it was the only kind. When woman, after she had tamed man, extended her love for her children to include their father, then perhaps man began to learn for the first time what love was. At least he learned to appreciate and be grateful for woman's love, even though he was not emotionally equipped to return it in kind. Eventually he came to depend on woman's love as one of the basic necessities of life. Yet she is still trying to teach him what love really is. For, as Reik points out, when men speak of "love" they are really talking about "scrotal frenzy."

-Elizabeth Gould Davis, The First Sex

[materterrae]

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

When Mom keeps her kids warm. 💝

[azelfandquilava]

Your honour, I believe Ms Edelgard von Hresvelg deserves a cuddle from her surrogate aunt, Ms Cornelia Arnim. As a treat.

(Commission by @platinumamiii)

[euryvices]

i think about this a lot

[hussyknee]

I've never been able to touch Beloved after finding out what happens in it. Especially the fact that it's based on a real incident. Which was a common occurrence among enslaved Black women.

Thinking about enslaved women killing their own children to save them from the horrors of slavery; the only way they had left to save their babies from being subjected to the kind of unthinkable brutality that left the mothers themselves seeking death as release. Thinking of Margaret Garner slitting her own toddler's throat while the slave catchers hammered at the doors, and then turning the butcher's knife on her remaining terrified, pleading little children. Thinking of her hurling her baby daughter off the slave ship and, though her own attempt at drowning herself failed, greeting the news that her baby had gone to a watery grave "with frantic joy". Remembering Eman Basher, running with her children from end to end through Gaza, watching them run out of food, water and shelter, seeing their friends and family and neighbours murdered every which way, tweeting hysterically whether she should kill her children because it was the only way she had left to "keep them safe".

The horrifying depth of a mother's love and tenderness, dear God. The unimaginable brutality and cruelty that forced their hands.

That quote found scrawled on the wall of a cell in a Nazi concentration camp is never far from my mind: "If God exists, He will have to beg my forgiveness."

[robbie-roo]

OK so fun Biology fact

if you are born of the female sex and you have a uterus and both ovaries you were born with the exact number of eggs you will have in your lifetime they don't multiply you have all of them at first breath. And that's cool in itself but then you think about your connection to your mother and your maternal line

because not only were you born with all your eggs your mother was born with all her eggs and her mother before that

you.

one of those eggs was you and that goes for all children your egg- the half of you that came from your mother was born with her.

isn't that amazing? you wanna know something else that connects you to your mother?

your mitochondria.

the mitochondria is only transmittable through the X chromosome. and it's thought to have been another organism entirely that ended up becoming part of your cell.

so not only was half of your existence already created with your mother's existence, but your mitochondria has also been shared through your entire maternal line.

there's an interesting way of looking at history through the lives of women... how many mothers ago was World War 1 for you? how many mothers ago was the death of king tut?

when you look at it that way doesn't time feel so small?

(pssst. some info here is wrong check my reblog)

[memeartboi]

Maternal Love (Nicole And Gumball - Pony Version)

[everdeenxmellark]

“i experience neteyam,

great mother, within me.

you brought light,

new life, new son.

joy within my heart”

- the songcord(translated)

[lemon-lane]

Mama Shinobu redraw 🥰

[oldfarmhouse]

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 🤍 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

https://www.pinterest.com.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Carlo Cignani, (Italian, 1628-1719) Maternal Love (The Сharity), Detail, 17th century The State Hermitage Museum

[beenovel]

tonight I'm thinking about the women in my family and I just want to cry.

me, very likely the first woman in my family to have my mothers last name and not my fathers. the beauty of being connected by my last name to my mother and my grandmother, three generations of women all sharing a name

my mother who fought so hard to keep me. against doctors who said she wouldn't survive her pregnancy, against family members who insisted she should give me to her sister who was married so I'd be raised by a married couple, against the congregation who wanted her to tell me I was adopted. who fled from south carolina to arizona completely alone, with hardly anything to her name, to live with relatives she hadn't seen in decades.

my grandmother who gave me my hands, my neck, my eyes, my elbows, my laugh. Who taught me to embroider and cross stitch and bake apple pie. who was married to a horrible man who made her life a living hell, but got the hell out of dodge and rebuilt her life in her 60s. who always wants me to feel loved, and safe.

my great grandmother who taught my grandmother how to survive, which was passed down to the rest of us. who was, by all accounts, a force to be reckoned with. who taught me grandmother and mother how to bake, who's recipes and techniques and anecdotes I'm still being taught decades after her death. a woman I never knew, yet was very nearly named after.

Generations of women shaping those who come after us. who fight and bleed and get up and shake the dust off our skirts and choose to love anyway.

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

Mama umbrella 🌧 ☂

[vanshaunas]

my biggest quality and my biggest curse is being my mothers daughter. i’ve learnt to be kind to everyone and everything but not myself.