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Psychic Redemption by David W. Stewart, although a fantastical tale, is still a great portrayal of the strength of maternal love and how it transcends time and space.
Have you seen a mother holding her child and looking into their eyes?
For us bystanders, there is sometimes an almost palpable force, a connection between the two of them that we are deeply aware cannot be explained by human capacity. This is a knowing that transcends words and bridges the gap between body and soul. This, I believe, is the magic of maternal love, the parent-child bond. It is a spiritual connection that spans time and space: an invisible cord that never loosens even if there are miles between mother and child.
This indescribable link isn’t anything new. If you pore through literature from ancient times up to now, you will know that countless cultures have spoken about this mystical tie. They picture it in metaphors like threads of fate, silver cords, and echoes of souls. To the Greeks, this thread was from the Moirai, the Sisters of Fate, who spun individual threads that forever bonded the destinies of parent and child.
Maternal Love
My own experience with this spiritual connection began the moment I laid eyes on my newborn daughter. It wasn’t just the biological marvel of creation, the awe of nurturing a tiny, perfect being. It was a recognition, a deep knowing that this soul, somehow familiar, had chosen me as its caretaker. As the years flew by, this feeling only deepened. We developed a silent language, a symphony of shared glances, knowing smiles, and unspoken understandings.
One memory that stands out is from when she was barely five. We were separated for the first time, a weekend trip for just me and my husband. The silence in the house was deafening, an echo of her absence. I dreamt of her laughter and felt her tiny hand in mine, a phantom limb aching for its missing counterpart. When I finally held her again, the relief was a physical wave, washing over me as tears streamed down my face. It was then I realized the distance hadn’t severed the cord. The cord merely stretched itself, a constant reminder of the invisible tether that bound us.
This connection isn’t always rosy, though. It manifests also in shared emotions, both positive and negative. My daughter’s joy radiates like sunshine. It warms my heart from afar. But her pain, a scraped knee or a tearful tantrum, pierces me like a physical blow. We laugh together, cry together, and navigate the world hand-in-hand, even when miles separate us.
As she grows older, the nature of our link evolves. It loosens, allowing her to explore, to stumble, to find her own path. Yet, it remains firmly anchored, a safety net, a beacon guiding her home, guiding her to me. My role shifts from protector to mentor, from voice of authority to sounding board. But the connection, the essence of that invisible cord, remains.
The Invisible Link Between Mother and Child
The beauty of this spiritual bond lies in its universality. It transcends cultural, religious, and socioeconomic boundaries. Whether you’re a stay-at-home mom or a career woman, a single parent, or part of a large family, the invisible cord binds you to your child. It’s a silent promise that you and your child are always forever connected.
So, embrace this invisible cord, cherish it, nurture it. Talk to your children about it, even if they scoff or roll their eyes. Share stories, create traditions, and build rituals that strengthen the bond. Remember, in the grand tapestry of life, this connection is one of the most precious threads, a gift to be treasured.
And on those days when distance weighs heavy, when doubt creeps in, or fear threatens to drown you, whisper a silent prayer, send a loving thought. For even in the darkest corners, the invisible cord will guide you, reminding you that you are never truly alone. You are forever connected, parent and child, two souls dancing to the rhythm of an ancient song, a love story written in the stars.
This is just a glimpse into the vast ocean of the parent-child bond. I encourage you to share your own experiences and your stories of invisible cords that have touched your life. Let’s celebrate this universal connection, weave a tapestry of shared experiences, and remind each other that love, in its purest form, transcends the boundaries of the physical world.
Remember, the invisible cord is always there, a silent symphony of love, a testament to the profound connection between parent and child. So, go forth, nurture it, cherish it, and let it guide you on your journey together.
I got to thinking about the invisible link between mother and child after reading David W. Stewart’s Psychic Redemption, a fantastical tale about a mother who died and was reborn looking for her daughter. I know the premise is out of this world, but it’s a wonderful portrayal of the lengths that mothers go to keep their children safe.
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