“I will look after you and I will look after anybody you say needs to be looked after, any way you say. I am here. I brought my whole self to you. I am your mother.” —Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom
“I am here”. So would it bind me to this often painful life in ways I’m not now bound?
Why does the word “Bondage”, with its association of being handicapped, come to mind before “Rooted”?
Why do I cry tears of joy when I watch a woman give birth on YouTube?
Why do I feel like less of a woman because I haven’t?
How come the way I know I’ve fallen in love is that I want him to make me pregnant?
And most importantly, why does my craving hide behind questions that have no answers?