The mother carrying the pregnancy knows
Through labour’s pains before baby shows
Now the boy glows and grows
Wherever he wants he goes
Like he’s waltzed into earth all on his own
The father who protected him knows
Through childhood’s wells and woes
As the teen mellows and bellows
However he wants he flows
Like he’s become a free human all on his own
We have searched highs and lows
Experienced life’s tops and belows
And all the answer to our throes
We think philosophy bestows
Like we’ve become wisest beings all on our own
BACKGROUND: What really does it mean to be free and independent?
The mother knows there is no way the baby could have survived without a major input from her. The father who tried to give the child as meaningful a childhood as he could has influenced that “independent” adult we see.
To look at it more closely, without an external input, I am not sure we would still be here. We seem to do well on our own, only as well as a foetus could manage without the mother. We seem capable of making messes all by ourselves. Yet, we seem forever intent on more independence, or at least the idea of being totally independent.
Okay, enough sober thought. We do have happy moments in the midst of our changing worlds and shifting tides.
Some wine and honeyed milk, please!!!