Ma’s espacio (mom’s space) is where I’m living. By choice, by privilege, by luck, I’m living in my mother-in-law’s house. It’s a warm and cozy space, with lots of food and animals.
Más espacio (more space) is what I’ve had for the past couple of years, living with my wife in Costa Rica and Texas. It is that thing humans need sometimes in order to more fully understand and engage with our individual beings and this project of life.
For a human being to separate itself from its mother is first an act of introspection. It’s a chance to ask oneself the important questions: What kind of human being am I? What am I good at? Where do I need to improve? More space is also an opportunity for self-realization. Who could you be, fellow human, for yourself and for others? What could you accomplish if it was just you against the world? More space, finally, is a risk. After all, it could all go south in a moment.
As humans, we have a duty to take care of our moms’ spaces. Not only because she won’t always be there to even occupy a space. Not only because it was into their arms—the first and only barrier at that time between us and the great weird world—where most humans were first immersed. And not only for the pasta sauce she can cook. The responsibility comes from the fact of it being the human foundation, the point from which we launch and around which we orbit. As any builder, coach, farmer or teacher will tell you: a rotten foundation will yield no success. And yes, a father can be such a motherly foundation as well.
Care and conservation of ma’s espacio (especially the big, round one we humans find ourselves on). The opportunity presented by más espacio (mentally and physically). In their honor I name this blog.
Ma(’)s Espacio 