Confession: This post is partly obligatory due to a conversation I had with my daughter yesterday:
S: Mom, can I create a graphic for your Mother’s Day blog post?
L: I don’t have a Mother’s Day blog post, but I thought about it.
S: Well, can I create a graphic for it?
So here is my “obligatory blog post” because my daughter wants to contribute her creativity. Naturally, I want to foster my child’s creativity. Even my child is pushing me to write. I’m glad she did. This post made me think and challenges me to do better. I hope it does the same for you.
I was not surprised to read that the origins of “Mother’s Day” were quite different than what it has become. I was not surprised that our country has commercialized a holiday that was never meant to be. In fact, the daughter of the creator of “Mother’s Day” died in a sanitorium after years of fighting against the commercialization of a day her mother created for an entirely different reason.
According to an article from National Geographic posted last Mother’s Day, “7 Things You Didn’t Know About Mother’s Day’s Dark History“, Mother’s Day was first created to globally unify women, post the American Civil War and Europe’s Franco Prussian War. Many women, such as Ann Jarvis, believed in creating unity between all mothers despite the horrors they had endured from sending their loved ones to war. Mother’s Day was first created for unity.
Despite our sorrows, joys, beliefs, convictions, skin tones, nationality, and political standing, Mother’s Day is about being united. Women can be a pretty divided people. I’m not talking about women’s rights. I’m talking about how we can easily rip each other apart over breastmilk vs. formula; c-sections vs. natural birth; homeschooling vs. public school; co-sleeping; “crying-it-out”; having no children, one child, or 19 children. Ya’ll we are so mean…it starts in middle school (if not in upper elementary) and goes through adulthood. Women are just plain mean…(insert other more emphatic terms here).
While there is a lot to divide us, we have one pretty incredible thing to unite us. We are women and we have all had a mother who did the best she could. No one had a perfect childhood. Some were pretty traumatic. That childhood made you who you are today, for whatever it is worth. It may have pushed you to change or keep some things the same. It may have taught you lessons you may have never learned if you had not experienced that part of your story.
Women are beloved to God. I am in the midst of studying various women in the Bible whom God was continuously drawing to Him, one way or another. I am repeatedly overwhelmed how God delicately deals with women, in their sin, in their doubt, in their anger, in their sadness, and in their frustration. God hears. God sees. God loves. Eve’s pride caused the fall of mankind and God blessed her with multiple children. Sarah laughed at God’s promise of a lineage, tried to take matters into her own hands, and gave her a son, two grandsons, and twelve great-grandsons. Jesus reached out to multitudes of women in the New Testament, by simply loving them in their sin of prostitution or adultery. While we can be horrible, we are still, very much loved by God.
Ladies, we need to unite. We need one another. We need to be revered by one another, simply because we are loved, not because we are better than each another or another gender. We should live united. Our children are watching. However kind and loving we are to one another, our children will see, despite our extreme differences, we can all bond over one thing, to give generations after us, a legacy of unity instead of division. In this season of my life, I am physically surrounded by women who are very different from me; different backgrounds, different parenting styles, different numbers of children, different faiths, different political convictions. I can not express enough how thankful I am for each one of them. They unknowingly push me to think about what I believe, how I live, and how I can be a better friend to them. They inspire me to be a better wife, mother, and woman.
We can do better. We can be united. We, as women, must change this world for the better. Our children deserve it.
Happy Mother’s Day. Happy Woman’s Day. You are loved.
The carnation was Ann Jarvis’ favorite flower.
I think we could all hug one another a little tighter.