Mother’s Day Reflections
Mother’s Day is approaching, so naturally I find myself pondering the lives of my mother, my grandmothers, and so forth. Interestingly, as I age, I find myself often thinking about the times in which the women of which I come from lived (and live). As I continue to grow as a woman, my appreciation for their lives noticeably deepens. No longer do my thoughts start and stop with gift purchases and activities when I prepare for Mother’s Day. More so now than ever, I have an awareness that the celebration of Mother’s Day is a celebration everyday. I have my mom to thank for this. I see how she shows her love for her mother daily. Interestingly, because of her example I take note when I see other women and men do this for their mothers. Their sweet gestures oftentimes are just between mother and child—unless the mother publicizes it, a child’s sincerity rarely does.
As I observe the placement of women (our expected roles, the abuses many suffer, the stories others tell about us, the messages we tell ourselves), not only in this country but around the world, I search for indicators of better days for the girls of tomorrow. I listen to the stories my mother tells, the stories my grandmothers tell. I listen and I wish I heard them earlier. Their successes make me smile. Their struggles bring me sadness. These women are wise and knowledgeable. They are strong, stronger than I ever thought. The lessons they share aid me in life, even our disagreements are not easily dismissed. A younger me would insist to be heard. Now, I am finding increasingly more value by listening. Through their voices, I find abounding treasure. In them, I find sources for obtaining honest, vast, intergenerational viewpoints from women. Unfortunately, these expressions are regularly devalued in mainstream society.
As I think about my love for my mother, I cannot help but to acknowledge my mother’s love for me. I have seen her sacrifice for me. Still, I know there are numerous sacrifices that she has made for me of which I will never know. Without hesitation, she tells me to be me. She supports my growth. She believes in me. She loves me. I love her.
Mother’s Day…..a day when many will exchange gifts and restaurants will be full….a day when graves will be visited and memories will flood minds….Mother’s Day….appreciating her….everyday.