My pleasure simply doesn't come, like my mother's, from carrying a heavy pack up Mt. Everest or sleeping on a mat in a tent in the rain. Instead, it comes from dancing, Pilates, reading, and movies -- but that's OK!
My mother likes to tell me that even if I showed up at her door and told her I'd committed a felony--murder, whatever--she would still love me. In honor of that devotion, here are some poems for Mother's Day.
While we naturally think of Mothers Day in American terms, I can't help but think of that woman I met -- long since passed away -- and those like her who are battling each and every day for the future of their children.
Yesterday, I asked my eleven-year-old daughter what she thought moms needed for Mother's Day. She replied, "Moms need two things: 1-Coffee, and, 2-A day for themselves." I couldn't help but ask, "Why coffee?"
In the midst of your Mother's Day celebrations, take some time to remember your cousin in Houston whose fertility treatments are failing, your next-door neighbor who had a stillbirth three years ago, or your grandmother who lost a child but could never bring herself to tell anyone.
Mother's Day used to be simple. It was a holiday when I would strive to come up with an original gift for my mother. When I was very young, part of the ritual included marking the occasion with my Grandmother.