Mothers don't realize, but when they put their sons and boys (even when they have grown into men) ahead of their daughters, they are leaving the most painful heartbreaking legacy: that we are inferior. That we do not deserve love as easily, and must work for it with all our blood and sweat, tears and pain. That we cannot have love if we are "bad". Which means headstrong, emotional, needy, disobedient, disruptive, fiesty, strong willed, free, big, open, confident, sexual. In sum total: Difficult. Too much.
My holy prayer is that we all have mothers who encourage us to eat the forbidden fruit, who rejoice in our hard fought for escape from the garden we were caged in. Who lead us into the new garden where consciousness blossoms and we learn about our divine feminine power. Who tell us to taste taste taste, because the apple illumins who we truly are. Feminine. Formidable. Force. And who tell us to trust the serpent. Because she is not temptation, but enlightenment.
My holy prayer is that our mothers honor their daughters' rebellious nature, her strong will, her independent mind, her wildness. That these be held as sacred virtues. To SEE and honor the Goddess that lives in her. In all her wild glory. So that she may Rise. And to be with her, beside her, in all the holy disruptions and sacred rebellions to come.
And to never put her second.