Mother’s Day is what the cynical have dubbed “A Hallmark Holiday.”
Considering the word ‘holiday’ is the consolidation of the words ‘holy’ and ‘day’, they may have a point. Motherhood can be a most unholy mix of stress, pride, craziness, contentment, heartache, joy, and a host of other things that test intelligence, patience, ingenuity, and stamina.
And women have borne it with ready hearts and open arms since time began.
Mother’s Day, as we know it, didn’t exist as an official observance in the USA until May 1914. From there, it spread to most of the world. In truth, however, mankind has always celebrated the wonder of motherhood in one form or another. Celebrations specific to a mother deity, a mother church, or Mother Nature all honored the ability to create, bear, nourish, and nurture new life.
Being someone’s mother is the most difficult job any woman has ever loved. Motherhood fills the heart then rips it asunder, dances upon it with hob-nailed boots one minute, swells it until it can barely be contained the next, and if done well, guarantees those in whom all was invested will leave the investor behind—to begin the cycle anew.
To those who have weathered or are weathering the highs and lows of motherhood, enjoy your day. Remember, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
Love unconditionally, but rule wisely.