An open letter to Moms on Mother’s Day: What is in a Mother’s Day?
The US version of Mother’s Day was created in 1908 by Anna Jarvis and at the time, it was the only holiday that honored women. When it became overly commercialized, she denounced it and spent the rest of her life trying to remove it from the calendar.
Now, 25% of all flowers purchased during the year are bought on Mother’s Day. It is the day of the year with the most phone calls (122 million in the US alone) and about 14 billion dollars are spent each Mother’s Day.
In theory, it is great that we have a day to honor moms, and I hope that all of us do this everyday, but I personally don’t like the over-commercialized version that we have now. I certainly appreciate the sweet cards from my children today, but how is today any more special as a mom than any other day?
How is this day more of a “Mother’s Day” than the day I found out I was expecting a child and became a mom? How is it more important than the five days that were spent bringing my babies into the world?
Does today mean more than the other 364 days a year when we get our children up, feed them, teach them, take them to their various activities and safely tuck them into bed?
How is today more of a day to honor moms than the days we have all stayed up with sick children, or kissed boo-boos, or even had to say earthly good-byes to our children?
At the end of the day, we don’t need a day, because we have all of them.
The Secret all Moms Know
Here’s the thing. Everything in the video about the world’s toughest job is true.
Motherhood is hard. It’s the hardest job there is.
From the very beginning it is intensely painful (childbirth anyone?), physically demanding, emotionally and mentally exhausting.
You get to trade the body and life that you once had for stretch marks (and often incision scars) and a screaming mini dictator that demands 110% of your time and attention.
You say goodbye to showers, and going to the bathroom alone, and a completely clean house (at least for the first few years).
Your boobs sag, your hair falls out (either from pregnancy or stress at some point) and you don’t sleep for approximately 5.8 years….
You make the decision to forever have your heart walking around outside your body, sometimes multiple times. You give birth to someone you love more than you ever thought it was possible to love and realize that you might crumble if you ever lost this person, this part of you…. and sometimes you do.
And the crazy part is that you’d do it all again and wouldn’t trade it for the world…
Because we are the ones that they run to when they are hurt, and ask to tuck them in at night, and the ones they say “I love you” to.
They may not appreciate us until they have kids of their own (Mom- I truly appreciate you now, I’m sorry for all the trouble I was growing up and I love you), but that doesn’t matter…