THREE KINDS OF MOTHERS: An After Mother’s Day Essay
“Are you a mother?”
“It’s a beautiful day outside, not so all the time inside.”
A Happy Mother’s Day text
A surprising long awaited early morning call from a granddaughter.
“ Happy Mother’s Day”
A “Happy Birthday” on Mother’s Day
These were just a few of the spoken words heard yesterday. Battle cries, demands combined with vile language circled the airways. Resistance paired with vulnerability clogged the atmosphere durning Mother’s Day weekend. No, I speak not of me, but of others.
“I will not raise my precious child to kill your precious child. And if it is within my power, I will not hand our my beloved child to others to kill your beloved child, or to learn how to kill the one you cherish.”
What is now known as Mother’s Day was originally called Mother’s. Day for peace. Until President Woodrow Wilson signed the resolution in 1941 recognizing the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day.
Why address this now, the day after Mother’s Day? Isn’t it fun
Having lost four of her children in the Civil War Ann Jarvis needed something to bring people together. Soldiers and neighbors alike from different sides of the political aisle got together to peacefully celebrate an orchestrated gathering called Mother’s Friendship Day.
This gesture of peace was soon supported by Julia Ward Howe, the lyricist to the “Battle Hymn of Republic.” The song now was attached and boasted about with the. war. Orphans and diseases, widows and disfigured soldiers were lasting results. Now a national Mother’s Day for Peace was recognized.
Ever wonder why and how the three Mothers; Mother Earth, Mother Nature and Mother’s Day all occur in the month of May?
A poem answers that best. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by English. poet, critic and philosopher Samuel Taylor Coleridge suggests that the culmination of killing, hatred and abuse must cease. One human killing another, maybe it’s neglect and abuse of animals or yet the verbal and petty criticism. towards the mother’s in our lives. Surely no woman or man is given a playbook in the nursery to study while waiting to take the newborn home.
They prayeth well… who liveth well… and liveth both man and bird and beast.
They prayeth the best who loveth best… all things both great and small.
For the dear God who makes us… made and liveth all.
From the mamma’s boys the mother’s whom have been disowned. The church mom’s, mums of princes and princess, lets not forget the two mom’s, mother’s who have been imprisoned locked behind jail cells and mental wards.
Lone after the lilies and daises and roses stand tall in color printed vases, bottled wines are emptied, her favorite perfume lingers in the kitchen while brunch is served. Buffet lines have thinned down and necklines twinkle with shinny symbols of love. Facebook and Instagram comments, filtered pictures and live feeds has taken over social media. Tweets and retweets are in the triple digits.
You, I, we all say we love our creator. Yet, the occupants of the land; human beings, and creatures that flourish and depend on Mother Nature. to sustain Mother Earth’s existence remains polluted. From littering the basins and beaches to polluting the air with toxins Mother Nature and Mother Earth is drowning in sorrows. What can each one of us do?
Trees are pruned. Thunder and lighting will cause hundred year Oak and water Oak trees to collapse next to one another. Nestling birds will remain hidden. Lawns are mowed. Flowers are awaken with clean cool water. Mother Nature.
Our earth; it’s resources and creatures coupled with the natural state of existence must find balance and peace.
The soil is rich with vitamins that produce our foods. The value of our homestead must be persevered for families to live, prosper, inherit and enjoy.
All three of these Mother’s deserve a pledge as. sensitive as a newborn child.
So, yesterday is gone. If you’re living today-try not to complain. While the now. is all that matters. Lets all continue to protect and foster, cultivate while. loving. them all. Mother Nature. Mother Earth and ladies we call Mom.