The P's and Q's of Mothers' Day 2014
Today is a day we celebrate the most incredible creatures in the universe: mothers.
Normally I hem and haw about these so called "commercial holidays;" but if there is ever a species that deserves a calendar date to be recognized, it's the mothers of the world.* In fact, a singular day is woefully insufficient in honoring the magnificent work of our mothers figures, who selflessly sacrifice their very bodies for those they nurture.
And I'm not just talking about the extreme skin-stretching, organ-shifting, flesh-tearing, hormone-havoc-wreaking sacrifice of pregnancy and childbirth (though Lord knows this deserves it's own deference), for I know there is a multitude of incredible moms out there who were never given the opportunity to host the creation process in their bellies, but still endure physical pains of motherhood on behalf of their children.
Relinquishing sleep for feedings, teethings, post-nightmare soothings, tooth-fairy deliveries, potty-training accidents, slumber parties, curfew check-ins, last-minute school projects, and countless hours of worrying whether or not they are doing enough, loving enough, and being enough for their kids.
Risking their immune systems for congested cuddles, fever-reducing kisses, shower-steam cough suppressants, lice-checks, and other laundry-inducing illnesses.
Relegating their own physical well-being in exchange for lifting up those they love. Chronic back, neck, and shoulder pain from carrying, wearing, swinging, stooping, swaying, cradling, and crouching for their miniature humans.
As such, I hesitate to personalize the apostrophe of this holiday, because Mothers' Day belongs to YOU. All of you. Not just the ones who give birth and shares genetics, but every one who puts her own needs aside and rises to the challenge of raising another.**
And now, since it's my blog, I'm going to take a moment to acknowledge some of the fantastic mothers in my life and the incredible lessons they've taught me about what it means to be a mom, which I pray I someday get to put into practice***:
*And I mean, the whole world. Unlike other Hallmark-fabricated frenzy festivals, Mothers' Day is recognized and celebrated throughout our planet. Though not always on the same day or even in the same manner, the need to set aside an annual event honoring our life-givers is global.
**And since you're moms, you're used to sharing, right?
***Never mind the fact that every second I spend typing this blog, my biological clock seems to spiral even more rapidly out of control.
Normally I hem and haw about these so called "commercial holidays;" but if there is ever a species that deserves a calendar date to be recognized, it's the mothers of the world.* In fact, a singular day is woefully insufficient in honoring the magnificent work of our mothers figures, who selflessly sacrifice their very bodies for those they nurture.
And I'm not just talking about the extreme skin-stretching, organ-shifting, flesh-tearing, hormone-havoc-wreaking sacrifice of pregnancy and childbirth (though Lord knows this deserves it's own deference), for I know there is a multitude of incredible moms out there who were never given the opportunity to host the creation process in their bellies, but still endure physical pains of motherhood on behalf of their children.
Relinquishing sleep for feedings, teethings, post-nightmare soothings, tooth-fairy deliveries, potty-training accidents, slumber parties, curfew check-ins, last-minute school projects, and countless hours of worrying whether or not they are doing enough, loving enough, and being enough for their kids.
Risking their immune systems for congested cuddles, fever-reducing kisses, shower-steam cough suppressants, lice-checks, and other laundry-inducing illnesses.
Relegating their own physical well-being in exchange for lifting up those they love. Chronic back, neck, and shoulder pain from carrying, wearing, swinging, stooping, swaying, cradling, and crouching for their miniature humans.
As such, I hesitate to personalize the apostrophe of this holiday, because Mothers' Day belongs to YOU. All of you. Not just the ones who give birth and shares genetics, but every one who puts her own needs aside and rises to the challenge of raising another.**
Moms, you are incredible, and there is simply no way we could ever thank you enough.
And now, since it's my blog, I'm going to take a moment to acknowledge some of the fantastic mothers in my life and the incredible lessons they've taught me about what it means to be a mom, which I pray I someday get to put into practice***:
Mom: You've taught me what it means to be PROUD of those you love. You are my personal cheerleader and strongest advocate, and you've gifted me with the self-confidence I have today. |
Ann: You've taught me the art of QUALITY TIME. Your gracious hospitality is defined by genuine interest in my heart, and I cherish the many kitchen-table conversations we've shared. |
Heidi: You've taught me a form of unparalleled, selfless PERSEVERANCE. Watching you hope, love, nurture, and fight for your precious daughter is inspiring. |
*And I mean, the whole world. Unlike other Hallmark-fabricated frenzy festivals, Mothers' Day is recognized and celebrated throughout our planet. Though not always on the same day or even in the same manner, the need to set aside an annual event honoring our life-givers is global.
**And since you're moms, you're used to sharing, right?
***Never mind the fact that every second I spend typing this blog, my biological clock seems to spiral even more rapidly out of control.
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