Bittersweet


The origins of Mothers Day are not clear although from what I can gather, the general consensus seems to be that it started as a Christian tradition of giving thanks to Mothers.  But like all traditions that are commercially exploitable, it has been embraced by other cultures and even the secular world. 

I personally don’t like the commercial side of it but simple displays of love are always welcome.  My children love making a fuss on such days and if it involves me getting breakfast-in-bed and lot’s of lovely hand-made gifts then who am I to argue?

But Mothers Day can be so sad for some people whose mothers are no longer with them . . . or for mothers who have lost a child.  I remember my own lovely mum when she lost her little girl at the age of two.  As a mother now myself, I know it must have been utterly unbearable. 

And as a daughter whose mum has died, I am especially heartbroken to know of children who, for varying reasons, have no mother.  I wish I could sweep my arms around them all and give them the love that they need.  

Anyway, maybe I’m attaching to much importance on the mother-role so I’ll keep it simple and wish all co-blogging mothers the merriest of days today . . . get pampered, do nothing.  And I’ll post you some beautiful and tender words of peace written by American poet, social activist and the proclaimer of Mothers Day, Julia Ward Howe.

Never have such words been so relevant and important today:

Mothers Day Proclamation

Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!

Say firmly: “We will not have great questions decided by
irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking
with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be
taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach
them of charity, mercy and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From
the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says “Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance
of justice.”

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons
of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a
great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women,
to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the
means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each
bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at
the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the
alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of
peace.

Julia Ward Howe
Boston
1870

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5 responses to this post.

  1. Happy Mothers Day, Hun XXX

    Wish mine was here 😦

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  2. Thanks chux. Me too. xx

    Did you read the proclamation? I love it. I cry every time I read it.

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  3. In black churches in America, often Mother’s Day is called Woman’s Day. They honor womanhood not motherhood per se by having all female choirs etc.

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  4. Sounds inspiring Helen.

    Women are the natural peace-makers, although times are a-changing methinks.

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  5. Even the hardest heart melts at the thought of a mother.

    Those who have known her and mainly those who haven’t.

    Happiness to all the mothers who read this blog.

    Reply

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