I told him to stop digging, I told him to "stop—in the name of god, if you love your own life, call off this search" (222). He didn't listen. He wanted the truth. Why did I not realize who Oedipus truly was. How could I, the Queen of Thebes, not know who this young man was when he first stepped back into my life. Back when he first appeared in Thebes, I was very happy, the happiest I have been in years. He was the perfect king to replace Laius, he was our city's savior. Anyone to love was better than Laius. Laius was useless and too afraid to attempt to save our city from the Sphinx. Laius was going to let our city die, but along came a person willing to save us, and he was my son.
I do not know how I truly feel about Oedipus. On one hand, I am proud of my son. I am proud that he had the courage to answer the Sphinx's question and I am proud that he grew up to be a strong man. Oedipus overcame adversary even with his feet being pierced and bound together. Even with us, his parents, leaving him to die. On the other hand, I married my son, and that is not something the people of Thebes, nor anyone in the world could ever accept. I can never look at the people of Thebes knowing that I gave birth to children with my own son. …show more content…
A mother has a special bond with their child, a bond of trust that the child will always be able to rely on you. Oedipus was never able to rely on me as a mother, I was never there for him when he needed me. I let Laius take away my only child and I left him to die. Looking back now, being Oedipus' wife helps me feel like I almost made things right again. As Oedipus' wife I helped give him four wonderful children, and I helped give him the confidence to make important decisions around the castle. I became an integral part in his life even if it was not in the way a mother should