A woman who is capable of loving the child of her neighbor as really and intimately as her own child is for me the real mother. All others are fake!
I haven’t come across such a mother in my whole life. God’s purpose of giving this opportunity to females to relish motherhood must have been in the first place to give them an opportunity to feel love, to feel and know their inner most being, through the child. Something that their male counterparts don’t get. But unless this love is radiated outside and become their real nature, it all goes waste in the form of attachment and bondage to one’s own child.

Motherhood should result in flowering of the mother’s personality and not contraction of her being. Instead of coming out of the shell she has always been in, she decides to move further inside it and lock it forever with the seal of motherhood. She forgets the ‘love’ that she felt when she held the child for the first time in her hands and all that she remembers is the ‘child’ himself.

So, next time when you come across a child whom you have not given birth to, hug him/her as tightly as you hug your own child and try to experience the real Motherhood!