Womanhood

I was going through some books my hubby downloaded from the net and found this wonderful piece on woman that i just have to share:

What a woman really is, nobody knows, least of all herself.

To see a woman as she really is, one must see her with her baby. For

It is curious, but it is true, that not even before the passionate and

accepted lover to whom she has utterly devoted herself can a woman bare

her heart as can she to her baby. Perhaps we may go so far as to say that

Motherhood always partially eclipses wife-hood:

When the child comes, the man stands aside for It is not within the capability of man to evoke or to develop the totality of woman. There are feminine potentialities he is powerless to awake. There is a portion of womanliness always hidden from him. To her baby alone she opens the innermost recesses of her soul. For him she wears no masks, affect no accent, plays no part. Even her features take on a different and unique expression before the offspring of her womb.

Never is she more womanly, never so strong, never so quite, never so self-contained, never so completely herself, and never so beautify when bending over her helpless infant child. And naturally: for say what one will:

Motherhood is the goal of Womanhood and howsoever she comes by it, a woman’s burthen is always to her “That Holy Thing".

No one knows what a woman is like till she is a mother. In other words motherhood reveals womanhood and be it remembered there be childless women—both spinsters and wives—who could mother mankind in their bosoms. Such women wield great influence. For many a mere man there is has owed his all to a motherly woman.