One of the highest grossing holidays of the year, on Mother’s Day we throw color collages in many forms to the women who sacrificed their time, energy, and bodies—for us.
As this lovely meme attached describes, some could fair better on a day such as this. Some could have better mothers. Or, their mothers could be alive. I know my Dad, who lost his mother at age 16, always feels isolated on Mother’s Day. I should call him after I post this.
I’d like to take a minute to call in to question what we are celebrating, truly, here. Happy humanity day? Perhaps that’s a little crass. But maybe not.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women we laud today, but have yet to give them their proper place in history. Or present.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women we vomited on as babes, and they didn’t abandon us. At least not immediately. (If you’re reading this, someone must have taken care of you).
Happy Mother’s Day to the women in politics I know who are forced to answer the question, “What will you do with your kids when you’re in elected office?” while campaigning.
Originating in 1905, Mother’s Day was created by a woman named Ann Jarvis, in honor of her deceased mother, who cared for wounded soldiers on both sides of the American Civil war. Ann sought to create Mother’s Day to honor all mothers, because she believed a mother is “the person who has done more for you than anyone in the world.”
Later, Ann Jarvis became resentful of the holiday, after consumerism redirected its true meaning, which was for sentiment, and not for profit.
We might think that on Mother’s Day we do good deeds by adorning the women who came before us with gifts. But I beseech everyone, even those who had the opportunity to send their mom a card this year to try, more appropriately, to mother themselves.
Now, what does that mean?
Do the work necessary to build and fulfill your soul. If Mother’s Day could be interpreted as humanity day, get to understand your own.
-Begin yoga classes (with your mom or “surrogate mom”)
-Read a book that fuels your curiosity
-Contemplate your lot in life
And maybe, just maybe, all of this self-care will help you to fathom (or remember the reality) of blowing up to the size of a balloon, and how the miracle of life might encourage us all to be a little bit nicer to one another…
Like, IDK electing a woman as president sometime. Just once. Or maybe 45 times to balance it out. (It would be really cool).