A mother's love
And so with great pomp and splendor our Meera was wed. The elephants with their ambaris, the flowers, the sounds! And on the Jhoola, she saw none other beside her than her Giridhari.
All rejoiced - even the Rana's other wives.
The Rana's mother had officiated at the other weddings. This one was much the same to her. The jari on the pallu of her new daughter-in-law's sari was grander, yes, and the music was louder. But it was not any of that that made this wedding different.
This time, here was a beautiful and strong woman that her son was truly in love with. Here was a beauty that was strong and crazy! This was the one she had brought her son up for.
A young atom of green energy sowed its roots in her heart. This time, her son would bring jewels home and bring them not to his mother, but to Meera. This time, there was a brain behind the beauty. Her son would seek advice and comfort from another.
Imagine for a moment, the predominant culture. A tradition in which a man must be a MAN. A tradition in which there is no regard for womanly feeling. Then imagine bringing your son up to withstand that culture, yet still maintain a modicum of sensitivity. Imagine teaching your son a woman's needs are not only in the bedroom, but also in art, in beauty, in society, in culture - in short, in every realm of the kingdom. Imagine enjoying the wealth of wisdom that you have given your son, since you are the smartest woman he has encountered.
Then imagine losing it.
You are no longer the one he runs to when he's just passed a judgment on an interesting case. You're no longer the one he runs to when he has just put a man to death by his own sword. You're no longer the one he shares his favorite - and your favorite - dish with. No longer the one that sings him a lullaby when he is troubled and cannot sleep.
Green energy can be difficult, but the knowlege that you have created this truly wonderful man and given him to a beautiful daughter-in-law can be gratifying.
Is it gratifying enough?
Meera is and has competition, like it or not.
All rejoiced - even the Rana's other wives.
The Rana's mother had officiated at the other weddings. This one was much the same to her. The jari on the pallu of her new daughter-in-law's sari was grander, yes, and the music was louder. But it was not any of that that made this wedding different.
This time, here was a beautiful and strong woman that her son was truly in love with. Here was a beauty that was strong and crazy! This was the one she had brought her son up for.
A young atom of green energy sowed its roots in her heart. This time, her son would bring jewels home and bring them not to his mother, but to Meera. This time, there was a brain behind the beauty. Her son would seek advice and comfort from another.
Imagine for a moment, the predominant culture. A tradition in which a man must be a MAN. A tradition in which there is no regard for womanly feeling. Then imagine bringing your son up to withstand that culture, yet still maintain a modicum of sensitivity. Imagine teaching your son a woman's needs are not only in the bedroom, but also in art, in beauty, in society, in culture - in short, in every realm of the kingdom. Imagine enjoying the wealth of wisdom that you have given your son, since you are the smartest woman he has encountered.
Then imagine losing it.
You are no longer the one he runs to when he's just passed a judgment on an interesting case. You're no longer the one he runs to when he has just put a man to death by his own sword. You're no longer the one he shares his favorite - and your favorite - dish with. No longer the one that sings him a lullaby when he is troubled and cannot sleep.
Green energy can be difficult, but the knowlege that you have created this truly wonderful man and given him to a beautiful daughter-in-law can be gratifying.
Is it gratifying enough?
Meera is and has competition, like it or not.
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