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Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day!

Today I feel conflicted. I enter into holidays like this with trepidation, I both long for it to hold up to it’s expectations yet also cringe at remembrance of past disappointment when little tangible effort has been put into celebrating this day with me, when it rolls around again I am expecting to be faced with the bitter taste of being let down again. Perhaps it is the culture, the myth and sad reality we are a people who fabricate a day to pardon our excuse to only treat their mothers well once a year. In reality, every day should be Mother’s Day if we truly valued the weighty importance of Mothering as the essential core and high calling to our society’s formation of culture. Women have ‘liberated’ ourselves right out of true purpose and genuine freedom enjoyed in managing a home, cultivate the personhood of growing children, and pursue personal creativity. Even I feel the tug of the brainwashing notion that this role is unworthy, lesser in importance than the pursuit of a titled, payroll occupation and instead have subjected myself to enslavement in boredom, imprisonment in the mundane which accompanies every domestic task. Feminism paints the alluring albeit false picture of liberation, self-fulfillment, personal rights, and breaking down barriers, yet in reality, these phrases inevitably pan out to mean the opposite. Inverting priorities means instead of serving your own family, you give away the dedication, time and energy of your day to your boss; the mundane accompanies every task, however much your wage or prestigious the job so the escape from boredom is inevitably impossible just because the workplace is not home; Any time for personal creativity is sucked away when you are working not just one job, but two, one at home and one away. Mothering and homemaking IS a career. I see no more important task in this world than raising up and influencing the next generation, and indeed generations to come. Children’s character is molded most poignantly by mothers in the formative years. Her influence is more potent than that of all schools, clergy or government. Mothering is a radical movement we have traded for the lie it isn’t a worthy investment of a lifetime.


I could go on and on about reasons I believe being a fully engaged mother is important enough to dedicate diligent preparation, commitment, energies, and greatest creativity. It all boils down the fact that I do this job, not for the enticement of a paycheck, but out of the pure willingness of my heart knowing my payback will endure far longer than any monetary compensation could. It is an unbelievable honor to know I cannot be duplicated, not for any amount of money, to know my excellence and achievement has utter and real impact in someone else’s life. In the end, I put my hope into what I have invested in, that my children, perhaps their children, will still be there, at my side in the final moments. Not a job, a boss, a bank account, a house or title can provide comfort and hold your hand when you look back and ponder, was it all worth it?


“Homemaking is not employment for slothful, unimaginative, incapable women. It has as much challenge and opportunity, successes and failure, growth and expansion, perks and incentives, as any corporate career”   -Dorothy Morrison


A Mother’s Day Poem, by John Piper to his Wife, Noel

You bear them yet, this progeny,
     These little ones you bore.
And, oh, how changed your mothering 
     Since you were twenty-four.

You once were carried on the wings
     Of hope and expectations,
And now you carry in your soul
     The weight of generations.

But you have learned whose back can bear
     The heaviness of years,
And I have seen you load his back, 
     And soak his robes with tears.

No mother ever touched his robe
     And met disdain or jest;
And heavy generations yet
     Will rise and call you bless’d.


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