I’ll never forget the first time I saw Judith with the Head of Holofernes, I was enthralled. Who was this woman? One hand grabbing the hair atop a decapitated head, her other holding the knife, and an expression that dared you to ask her what she had done. Her face so determined, her skin so pure,… her dress so clean for having just cut a dude’s head off.
I am not a mother. I do not know for sure whether my husband and I will choose to have children and whether it will be biologically or through adoption. I have a husband I am absolutely crazy about, friends that I would move mountains for, and 3 younger siblings for whom I feel a fierce need to protect. These relationships are the deepest and most meaningful parts of my life- and yet they do not come close to the love that Mothers have for their children.