There were 50 days between me and the Motherhood archetype, when my youngest made this accusation:
“Mom, why do you keep running away from us?”
“I’m not running away,” I said, about the increasingly frequent day trips I was taking to the sea, close to 200 miles away. “I’m returning–to the Mother.”
“Huh?” he asked.
“I need a mother right now,” I said, “And I was born at the sea so that’s where I find her.”
He nodded his head, “That makes sense,” he said, shifting from child to scientist: “We all began in the sea.”
“And maybe I am running away a little bit,” I said. “But not from you. Toward me.”