Sunday, May 11, 2014

I See… A Mother’s Day That is All About Me

I know that at first read, the headline sounds extremely selfish, but hang in there and keep reading; I’m absolutely right.  We’ve been doing it wrong for a long, long time. Mother’s day really is about me, or us, and any Mom who’s worth her wait in flowers and chocolates will admit deep down that I’m right, and there’s a good reason for it.

Here’s how it works.  The true definition of real Motherhood is charity, sacrifice, and selflessness. From the minute they cart around extra unsightly pounds around their tummy, to that last moment decades later, when they are asking us from the discomfort of their worn nursing home bed how OUR own children are doing, the quintessential Mother is consumed in caring about someone other than herself, usually her children (but not always! I know several small children trapped living more than a day’s drive away from their grandparents enjoying the care of adopted grandmas and grandpas in their own ward.) For them, Motherhood is all about us, their children.  Without us, there would be no one to love and care for.


So based on this observation, what do Mothers really want today? I suspect that the great Moms of the world simply want us to know that they do it all for us, and that they derive great joy out of the serving us.  From this perspective, the greatest gift we could give our Moms is a wholesome, successful, righteous life, because we owe it all to them. Anything else falls short- way short.

No comments:

Post a Comment