A Mother's Undying Love

A Mother's Undying Love

When a child is brought to the world through blood, sweat and tears, all former priorities the mother might have had have gone astray. This is the motherly instinct taking control - nature's way of securing the cycle of life. All this is fact and widely known, but rarely thought of.

Molly Weasley is also quite aware of this. In fact she might know more about it than most people. (Considering her number of children, you could practically call her an expert!)

"But all this expertise is worth nothing now," Molly muses sadly to herself while stroking the long vividly red hair on her son's heavily bandaged head. Bill's former room is looking uninhabited and dull without him living there anymore. It is his first night home for ages. The room is bathed in a golden glow from the rising sun, making long shadows appear across the floor. A single bundle of fading blue Forget-Me-Not flowers are located on the table next to the bed, making the whole room look like a hospital wing. Molly fights the urge to remove them, or at least do something to the miserable and impersonal-looking room, but she promised not to. It had taken a great deal out of her to make that promise, and she already regretted ever making it. In fact she had regretted it the moment she made it, but it had to be this way. Molly knows this very well, but that does not mean she has to like it.

No mother will ever like going against her instinct, in which she has become so dependable upon. It is like swimming against the current - like trying to defy the physical laws of gravity, yet thousands of mothers do it every day.

How?

There comes a time in a mother's life when she looks at her child and sees not her baby, but an adult. Sometimes it comes as a shock, sometimes it does not. But nonetheless, it is there and it pushes a trigger and sends a bullet in the heart of the mother. She realizes something ... that it is time.

Molly's eyes sting and she looks away from Bill. A lonesome tear flees the corner of her eye and a sob threatens to escape her, but she refuses to let it overcome her. She has cried enough. She knows that it is time. Her eyes catch the sight of the Forget-Me-Nots yet again, but this time, instead of thinking poorly of them as before, she finds them strangely fitting and makes a silent note in her head to request to Fleur that they stay where they are.

Because in the end, a mother always has to let her child go.

Molly smiles in spite of herself and looks at the battered form of her son, trying to find peace within herself and finally succeeding. She kisses him motherly on the cheek and departs the room, proud to have finally defied the physical laws of gravity.