Giving

Some people have to be givers; it is their very essence, their dharma.
Even if it means bleeding themselves empty.
Not for them the acknowledgement or the accolades.
They are mothers, nurturers.
A mother nourishes and gives even if the child may bite back.
Nothing can take that away from her.
There is no other way she can be.
Her baby grows up to go away and she helps him/her go away.
Somewhere, the letting go happens the moment she gives birth,
At some level she is always bidding adieu
To the infant,
The toddler,
The child,
The youth
And finally the grown adult.
Every mother surely goes through at least one humbling moment
When they accept that they are just the vessel for a life to take existence.
That the life growing inside is independent of their desires.
It’s humbling to know that the child chose that one woman to come into this world from the billions on this planet
For all her flaws and deficiencies that life chose her
To bring her the unbridled joy of knowing that she is the world to him/her.
These givers are not miserly, they don’t give for the recognition it brings or the reputation they will gain,
They give as easily as they breathe and without thought.
Their cup never runs dry
It is not a conscious thought of giving something that is theirs;
They truly live the fact that nothing is their own