Get her a card (it’s just another Hallmark holiday)? No, don’t just get her a card; do something more for her than that.
Well, take her out to breakfast or lunch. Take a moment to give her some chocolate or flowers and tell her you love her. Give her a hug and say thank you.
Being a mother is the hardest thing to do. Imagine having to give nonstop service and unconditional love for continuously for any period of time longer than a few hours.
Step outside the aspects that society focuses on, step away from the day itself that shopping centers and restaurants all welcome because sales will go up marginally.
In my Peace Studies class, we recently discussed our spirituality and life on Earth and, using an excerpt from Judith Viorst’s Necessary Losses: The Loves, Illusions, Dependencies, and Impossible Expectations That All of Us Have to Give Up in Order to Grow, we discussed the “ultimate connection” that we will always be trying to regain.
We all leave our mother’s womb but forever we move through life wishing we could be back inside. The womb is a place where we have no fear of being alone, we do not suffer the hints of morality, and we do not have to worry about Republicans or Democrats.
We are experiencing bliss. Floating in the warmness of our mother’s body, we are life at its finest until we are expelled.
It’s a good expulsion. It’s not the kind of expulsion that occurred because you got caught selling pills to your classmates or because you had a bag of marijuana at school. It’s an expulsion that is naturally organic and necessary for your mother to live.