It's said that in the body of every woman “there is always room for a cradle”.
Nevertheless, beyond the poetic beauty of the statement, for many women, the physical suffering of gestation, the danger of childbirth, and the commitment to motherhood are an unbearable idea, in some ways alienating, because it cyclically demands great sacrifice and sometimes strong self-denial. On the other hand, this commitment produces so many repercussions, regarding an individual, family, and collective impact; which admittedly could go far beyond human understanding.
Then, as women directly involved in this hard task, what can we do to stretch our view and earn more physical strength and inner peace while handling this challenge?
In the very nature of living substances, their specific characteristics testify exactly the purpose for which they exist.
Motherhood is not only a forced use of time and energy, which may appear like a limitation. As sacred function, it is above all the commitment of important core values, which produces a series of disturbing questions. Despite the serious nature of the event, why do so many women perceive themselves as objects bound to suffer the harshness and pain of pregnancy and childbirth, rather than finding pride in their role of creators?
Why have they not aligned this innate and extraordinary creative power to other forms of creativity? Why do they not broadcast the very meaning of their full humanity, but remain trapped in fear of boredom, in the obsessive repetition and sedentary lifestyle of their role? In the cyclic order of existence, the dominance of all things is held by what produces life and movement, not by what destroys and immobilizes it. It's in the recreation and renewal of the self that women can find their highest qualification in understanding that motherhood corresponds to the most important, strategic and challenging sector of work present on Earth. By proposing diverse and complex female values alongside the masculine ones, and wanting to imitate or duplicate them, these women accept getting catalogued and managed from the outside, giving up their only real autonomy. Their devaluation takes place not just at the hands of men, but from themselves, as they begin to undervalue the sacredness of the nature of creation and its high purpose, replacing it with nothing but mocked version of freedom and happiness.
No anatomical differences have reason to create male privilege and female disability. But the most surprising of all is in the real centre of the female body. If we stop looking at us and start looking inside, thinking more deeply, and keeping calm, everything can become clear. The woman, represents Nature, a myth which bestows her with mysterious powers which can vex even men: the belly that grows in pregnancy continues to arouse wonder and a sense of reverence, against which every sentiment, voiced or not, cannot, in any case, be of indifference.
Simply, because this belly is the chosen site of the miracle of life.