Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the Battle Hymn of the Republic) was the first woman to dream of a day to bring mothers together across the divide of North and South following the Civil War.
Her influence was not enough to make it a national holiday. Not until the outbreak of World War I, did this idea grow roots and become a political action. Now it is a day of cards and flowers.
For me it is a day of some mixed emotions. I am glad to be a mom. But I have a rather confused and conflicted relationship with my mom who is still alive. I guess tradition would have me send her a white and red carnation.
I did honor my mom with a set of hand-knit washcloths with a heart in the middle of each.
She had the huztpa to call me to see if she was getting a card the day before her package arrive, but not the grace to say thank you when it reached her.
Oh well, my own gratitude practice is enough. I am grateful she can be herself with me.
I invite everyone to celebrate your own "Inner Mother," especially if you, like me, did not get the best nurturing from your Mother. I invite this Inner Celebration whether you are a man or woman.
I came across this idea today which sort of fits my study of a Higher Power (God) and my faith walk.
"Mother is another name for God... in the life of a child.."
Funny but, I told my mom this week that I had been born again... as a child! The Tao of Pooh helped me to see this as the next stage of my adult development.o