The thing about Motherhood

In my first week of pediatrics rotations, I've been pondering the essence of motherhood. Is it really unconditional love? Is it an inborn capacity to care for one's children? Does it involve a sudden willingness to sacrifice everything for someone who emerged from your own genitalia? However, this notion doesn't entirely apply to men, and yet I've witnessed numerous men embodying the quintessence of motherhood.

Personally, I don't believe motherhood is confined to gender. I've never experienced, nor do I feel, that maternal nurturing instinct towards anyone in my life. Initially, I considered this normal. Yet, when conversing with male friends, I've noticed they often exhibit more nurturing tendencies than I do.Children tend to cry when I approach them, and I struggle to comfort them. Surprisingly, male doctors, even those twice my size who could be perceived as intimidating, seem to excel at it. Is this proficiency a result of training, or is it an inherent quality that some individuals come pre-equipped with?

And do these thoughts find an exit only after experiencing the pains of childbirth? Or does that discomfort become a sort of survival manual for handling other rough patches of life that are to come ? Is motherhood somewhat like Denver convincing Stockholm of love just because the scenario doesn't involve shooting? And is it accurate to describe motherhood as an unrecognized form of Stockholm syndrome?


My awkward attempt of handling a baby 🐥 🍼
(Face hidden to avoid privacy concerns)





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