Mother – The Womb of Miracle.

I have found it very difficult to comprehend that “Mother – moth·er \ˈmə-thər”  A simple word for all the things that this woman does for us throughout her lifetime.

It has always been tickling my mind that how there can be just one day in a year to express gratitude. I just went to Wikipedia to understand a short note on Mother’s Day and I read this to realize how we have commercialized our love for our Mother.

Mother’s Day – Anna Jarvis, On May 10, 1908, three years after her mother’s death, Jarvis held a memorial ceremony to honor her mother and all mothers at Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church, today the International Mother’s Day Shrine, in Grafton, West Virginia, marking the first official observance of Mother’s Day.

It’s whiteness is to symbolize the truth, purity and broad-charity of mother love; its fragrance, her memory, and her prayers. The carnation does not drop its petals, but hugs them to its heart as it dies, and so, too, mother’s hug their children to their hearts, their mother love never dying. When I selected this flower, I was remembering my mother’s bed of white pinks.

— Anna Jarvis

Jarvis frequently referred to her mother’s memory during her efforts to maintain the sentimental heart of the day while also maintaining her own role as the founder of the holiday. In addition to her efforts to maintain her position and recognition as the holiday’s founder, Jarvis struggled against forces of commercialization that overwhelmed her original message. Among some of these forces were the confection, floral and greeting card industry. Ironically, symbols that she had valued for their sentimentality, such as the white carnation, easily became commodified and commercialized. By the 1920s, as the floral industry continued increasing prices of white carnations and then introduced red carnations to meet the demand for the flower, Anna Jarvis’ original symbols began to become re-appropriated, such as the red carnation representing living mothers and the white carnation honoring deceased mothers. She attempted to counter these commercial forces, creating a badge with a Mother’s Day emblem as a less ephemeral alternative to the white carnation. Her negative opinion of these commercial forces was evident in her contemporary commentary, saying,

A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment.

— Anna Jarvis.

I realized the true sense in which we can make our Mothers feel special it’s not by commercializing (sending Chocolates, Greeting Cards, Flowers etc.) but by being with them personally or writing to them a personal note, and I know that would make My Mother Happy.

Mother – A universal word which makes everyone’s brain to immediately pull an image of a woman who is responsible for every individual’s existence.

“Mother’s Day” in specific is not required to show love for our Mother, it should be “Every Day”

I know just reading this line might invoke some thoughts in you “I love my Mother”; “I talk to her daily”; “I do my duties as a child” & much more but I am writing this article not instigate a sense of irresponsibilities but to just explain how important role our mothers have in our life which I am sure we all respect from our core.

For a mother, whether you are the only child or you are the tenth, it really does not change her love, emotion and care for us

  • The first time when she is pregnant, it’s for a big purpose, she is the reason why our beautiful world will go on.
  • She is undeterred by the changes the nature is forcing on her body, just imagine she has to make space for us in her body, inside her uterus.
  • She is the one for whom the center of gravity has to shift because she has to carry us along with the fluids.
  • She is the one who shares her food with us even before we are born.
  • She accepts her body changes happily, though at one point of time as a young girl and wife she was utmost caring not to spoil her figure, not to look fat etc, now gives up all, because she wanted us to be born.
  • She doesn’t even think about the painful actual process of labor and delivery where she would have to go through the doctor’s knife only because she wants to be a mother.

“Nature is like a woman who enjoys disguising herself, and whose different disguises, revealing now one part of her ad now another, permit those who study her and assiduously to hope that one day they may know the whole of her person”

– Diderot

The above image truly depicts to shows how a girl has to sum up everything together ultimately to transition to a Mother.

I have read in many instances that “A Girl is A Mother” but the only difference I feel to this quote should be “A Girl transforms into A Mother” and that means that it’s not a single day process but years of transition.

My Mother is Special – Dedicated to All Mothers.

  • A Mother is always protective –  No matter how we behave with our mother, she will always be protecting us against the world be it taking the first bullet or donating all her organs to save us.
  • A child is always a child for a Mother – Our mother will always be caring for us and we should be always open to accept it. She checks with us all the time because her heart always fears for the small child within us.
  • A Mother always encourages her children – Even when a mother feels a dream is  impossible, she will continue to encourage her child because she always believes in you.
  • A Mother always loves her children unconditionally – This love is very difficult to understand and most of the time is perceived as restrictions, binding etc,  but you will  only understand it when you have your own child.



Blessed Son.

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