Mother is a very powerful word. The very mention of the word will, in the majority of people bring a smile to the face and a warm, loving, friendly and safe sense of being.
These powerful feelings are well founded of course because whilst it’s a self-evident fact a male is an irreplaceable part of the conception and reproduction process, for now anyway, it’s the mother doing the majority of physical and practical work. Not that the male could do more, even if he wanted to insofar as the basics genetics are concerned. The two sexes were designed for their specific tasks, that is, the female carries the child, goes through childbirth then feeds and nurtures.
Males of course have their own specific life roles: hunt, protect and provide for the woman and child.
Those roles, although still in play are starting to be challenged as science develops and by so doing negates the original, specific roles. Hunting and gathering now takes place in a supermarket, cloning is being discussed as a real alternative and who knows where the whole thing will lead.
It is no longer way out and wild to say that in not too distant a future a male will be able to carry the foetus and give birth by caesarean. Indeed that human involvement will not be required. For now though, and up until now, the mothers are the ones doing the majority of the reproductive work.
These basic gender roles are replicated throughout the majority of earthly species. But it goes further than that. The very terms Mother Nature – Father Time are extensions of it.
Mother Nature is commonly given to represent the all-life-giving and nurturing aspects by embodying it, in the form of the mother. She is the Macro of the micro you could say.
Father Time is generally portrayed as an aged and bearded man, dressed in a robe and carrying a scythe and an hourglass or some other timekeeping device representing time’s constant one-way movement.
That ancient image of Father Time is, I believe, no accident. The hourglass/time-keeping device represents time and its finite, deceptively fleeting nature. The scythe represents that non-negotiable moment when time runs out. In other words, as Buddha said, The trouble is, you think you have time.
Male – Female. Father – Mother. Hand in hand. Equal from the beginning of time to its very end. Forever and always. One cannot do without the other, no matter how loudly the self haters and ego worshipers scream and protest.
What’s more, why would they want to?