Mothers of Gods
Ingeborg on Motherhood and Being a Woman.
A message from Ingeborg, my dad’s (Áskunnr) mother, and our grandmother, who helped our dads raise us. Translated from Norrœnt (Old Norse).
My name is Ingeborg. For those who have read “Úlfheimr: The Dark Age”, I am the mother of our king and god. I am best known for having the tendency to be in the wrong place when going into labor: From an Air France plane on our way back home in Norway from Montana, to Russia from having inadvertently crossed the border picking cloudberries, to a wedding in Sweden. Requiring the father of my boys to go through great lengths, every time, to ensure our boys are born on Norwegian soil. I am also the woman who got drunk on mead while in labor and flying into Lillehammer from Sweden in a float plane. I laugh every time I remember the look of disapproval on the nurses directed at the father.
I am writing this piece because I see so many modern women around me who claim to be free, but are not. Claiming to be happy. But are not. Having never experienced love. Or the joy of bearing child. All victims of feminism. I am also writing this piece because so many have referred to my sons as being the archetype of “toxic masculinity” requiring elimination, or for being, apparently misogynistic.
First off, I have had the best life a woman could ever dream of. I would never change a thing about it.
Being allowed to be a woman, and to focus on the men in my life, including my boys, was the purpose and fulfilment of my very existence. I am eternally grateful for the father of my sons, Bjǫrn, allowing me to fulfil my natural, traditional and evolutionary duty and calling, without ever having to worry about anything else. Bjǫrn. The love of my life. Whom I know would never love me back the same way, because he is a Blendingr, and hybrid, who can only connect with males. But I accepted it from the beginning. The honor of bearing child for him being in itself everything a woman could ever dream of. Bjǫrn, the formidable warrior, capable of unspeakable violence, yet having only showed me - or his boys - gentleness and exceptional patience. Including when I became hysterical at times and literally attacked him (including upon learning the death in combat of one of my beloved sons).
Despite what modern women are now claiming, I was more free than they ever will be. While they are slave to a corporation or the state, I was slave to no-one, and free to live as I pleased, as long as I took good care of my home and my boys. I was free to go grocery shopping in France if I felt so inclined. Free to spend my time as I saw fit. Free to make my house into my dream home. Free to work on our farms. Never with the slightest worry about anything else. Was I equal to Bjǫrn? Of course not. Even Blendingar among themselves are not equal. Well demonstrated in Gullsrýtingr Leikar (Gold Dagger Games), where one hybrid will just be better than another by maybe a fraction of a second. Equality is a false idol. Unnatural. Going against nature. The cause for so many ills in the world currently.
The greatest achievement of my life was to give Bjǫrn three sons. Three warriors. Three gods. I am forever graceful for being blessed with the sacred seed. I cannot describe the joy of contributing to the creation of the most beautiful creatures in the world. The most formidable warriors. My sons. I loved them immensely the second they were created. I also knew, from their glance upon birth, that they were true gods and had to be raised as such. I never tried to control them. Only ever provided them love and nurturing. Striving to expose them to beauty, gentleness, and unconditional love. They always had - and always will have - a home in my own home. My sons, whom like their father, have always demonstrated respect to me as a woman true to my soul, nature and calling. My sons who have blessed me with their own sons, including Tvíhvítrúlfarnir (the twin white wolves), as per book, Hákon inn hvítrúlfr Áskunnarson and Ólafr inn hvítrúlfr Áskunnarson, who have themselves blessed me with great grandsons, themselves soon to produce many, many blonde, blue-eyed, white beautiful Magnus, Haraldr, Thor, Ólafr and Hákon.
There is no greater honor for a woman than to be selected by a Blendingr to bear his boy. Bjǫrn was always the most beautiful thing to grace the earth. Until his sons were born. Then I was overwhelmed with endless beauty. I knew there was the possibility I could die during child labor, due to the size of infant, before I agreed to receive the sacred seed from the most perfect male across Níu Heimarnir (all nine worlds). But I would have died happy, knowing I had fulfilled my calling, and helped bring to the world the ultimate men, warriors, and gods.
My life as a woman - and a mother - respected as such was the greatest gift and privilege any woman could ever ask for, and there is not one single thing I would change about it.
With my boundless love to Bjǫrn and my three sons: Áskunnr, Gunnúlfr and Sǽulfr.