Sunday is Mother’s Day.
According to a quick Google search, “Mother’s Day is a holiday honoring motherhood that is observed in different forms throughout the world.”
The article continues: “The American incarnation of Mother’s Day was created by Anna Jarvis in 1908 and became an official U.S. holiday in 1914.”
Further reading let me know that Jarvis, citing the commercialization of the holiday, denounced Mother’s Day and spent the last part of her life trying to get it unrecognized as a Holiday. The date varies, but traditionally falls on the second Sunday of May – THIS Sunday.
In my family, we usually send cards. Then on the big day, we call mom just to let her know that we are thinking about her. That’s what Mother’s Day has become for me. Too many things demanding too much time so we do the drive-by celebration.
This year, for me, it’s different though. My mom is ill. This will most likely be her last Mother’s Day on Earth. Not a pleasant thought for me. I love my mom. More than I can ever explain here. For the last few weeks, I’ve sat wide awake at 3:00 in the morning, dreading the day when I will no longer hear her tell me she loves me. When I won’t be able to pick up the phone and tell her about the week’s activities, the places Land Pride has taken me, or all the things my kids’ accomplished since our last conversation. So this year, Mother’s Day will be different.
I’ll set aside all my chores and other time-stealing activities and I’ll visit my mom. My sister and I will spend the day with her. We’ll have a great time talking about all the things we’ve done together and all the things we’re going to do – provided time permits. We might go out and eat or we might not, it depends on how strong mom is. But mostly, the day will be about spending time together. Mom, and dad, and the kids. And we’ll laugh and we’ll cry and we’ll be glad that Anna Jarvis pushed for Mother’s Day to be a real holiday, so we can honor Mom. Commercialization or not.
I love you, Mom!