It’s good to have a mother when you’re a child, and it’s also good when you’re an adult. When you’re a teenager you think you’d live better without her, but it’s a miscalculation. Mom is good at any age. Without her, we are orphans of everything, since the world out there is not even a little maternal with us.
The world doesn’t care if we’re disintegrated and starving. It doesn’t care if we turn the night on the street, it doesn’t give a damn if we’re accompanied by bad guys. The world wants to defend its own, not ours.
The world wants us to stay on the phone for hours, toasting money. It wants us to get married soon and buy an apartment that will leave us in debt for twenty years. The world wants us to be fashionable, to change cars, to look good and blow up our credit cards.
Mum wants us to look good too, but she is more concerned about our bath, our teeth and our ears, our internal cleanliness: she doesn’t want us to take drugs, to smoke, to drink.
The world looks at us superficially. It can’t see through. It can’t detect our sadness, our trembling chin, our downfall. The world wants us to be beautiful, healed and victorious to decorate itself, as if we were objects of decoration of the planet. The world does not take away our fever, does not comb our hair, does not offer a piece of home made cake.
The world wants our vote, but does not want to meet our needs. The world, when it does not agree with us, punishes us, labels us, excludes us. The world has no sweetness, no patience, it does not stop to listen to us. The world asks us how many appliances we have at home and what our level of education is, but it knows nothing of our childhood fears, of our grades at school, of how hard it was to get our first job. For the world, whoever runs least, flies. He who does not communicate, trumbles. He who wounds with iron will be wounded. The world doesn’t care about individuals, but about slogans and statistics.
Personal photo archive: Me with my two loves, Miguel and Guilherme
Mother is from another world. She is emotionally incorrect: exclusivist, biased, quarrelsome, insistent, dramatic, even corruptible if we offer some attention in return. She suffers in our place, worries about details and tries to guess all our wills, while the world itself demands maximum efficiency, selects the most gifted and charges dearly for its time.
Text: Martha Medeiros