Mother Knows Best

I have so many children but they’ve stopped respecting me a long time ago, while I’ve never stopped loving them.

I gave them everything: a perfect world to live in, resources to enable them to thrive, free will. I encouraged them to discover, invent, adapt and what did I get in return? Indifference, contempt and opposition to my plans for peace and harmony in all things that matter.

Sky, my husband, is becoming gloomy at their disobedience. His once perfectly blue gaze is becoming opaque, as he watches our children’s continued plunder of the resources we have worked so hard to create for them. He calls them unnatural; he wants to disinherit them and I’m starting to see his point.

I have tried my best to call them to order, to show them signs of what would happen if they carry on disobeying me. They don’t listen, so I’ll have to show them. It’s for their own good!

I’ve had enough of watching them take advantage of my generosity and lenience. They’ll witness my anger, they’ll call me a destroyer, but I’m the one who created a world from the chaos. I gave them life but my ungrateful children have chosen to forget that.

Yes, there will be purpose to chaos, if I can just re-establish the harmony between my love and care for them and their respect towards me.
Many of my children won’t make it. They’ll call me cruel and hate me but it’s the only way…

I can’t stop the tears which make my eyes sting with regret. Sky holds my hand as we watch this blue-green pearl suspended in the cosmos, our world, our pride and joy, which our children pillage and exploit daily.

I have to be strong, to steel myself against pity and sorrow. Then I start, watching my fingers stroke the volcanoes, their lava boiling in the oceans. I gaze at the unforgiving black horizon as the tsunamis roll towards the shores.

“Sometimes you need to destroy so you can create, my Gaia…” Sky whispers against my cold cheek.