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.
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?"
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.
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.
A truly pro-family approach, as opposed to those who use that term and simply want all families to look like theirs, would embrace the opportunity to honor and celebrate all forms of motherhood that sustain loving relationships in which kids are raised.