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We close this WordPress Wednesday with a beautifully written love filled post from author Jo Elizabeth Pinto who has with just these few words stolen my heart, and nearly brought me to tears.
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The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Moms
Reflections After Mother’s Day
by J. E. Pinto
Human beings have a long history of valuing their moms. One of the earliest known annual tributes to motherhood occurred in ancient Greece, where people held spring festivals in honor of Rhea, the goddess of fertility and generation. Today, Mother’s Day is celebrated around the world throughout the year. Besides the United States, Great Britain, Canada, Costa Rica, Samoa, Georgia, Australia, and Thailand have set aside official holidays to show respect for the mothers in their nations.
In the United States, Mother’s Day began after the Civil War with a peacemaker named Ann Jarvis. Eager to foster community between mothers who had suffered incredible losses on both sides of the war, Ann Jarvis helped to establish “Mother’s Friendship Day” in 1868. Her daughter, Anna Reeves Jarvis, built on the legacy by creating the official holiday. The first modern American Mother’s Day was celebrated in 1908. President Woodrow Wilson placed the holiday on the second Sunday in May and signed it into law in 1914.
A century later, Mother’s Day has become a tremendous commercial event, an outcome Anna Reeves Jarvis fought hard against when she set up the original holiday. Around 122 million phone calls are made on Mother’s Day, more than on any other day of the year. The holiday ranks third in flower sales after Christmas and Hanukkah. About one fourth of the plants and flowers purchased in the United States annually are bought for Mother’s Day. According to the National Restaurant Association, about 87 million adults dined out on the second Sunday in May of 2018, and roughly 4.4 billion dollars were spent on lunches and dinners. Another 4.6 billion dollars were spent on jewelry. On average, shoppers spend $180 on Mother’s Day gifts. The most popular gifts are greeting cards. Every Mother’s Day, approximately 152 million cards are mailed.
With so much commercial hype and social pressure surrounding the holiday, Mother’s Day can often lead to resentment and disappointment. Some moms are missing children who have left the nest, or worse, passed away. Some are estranged from their children. Some women long to be mothers but haven’t been blessed with that chance, and some are grieving the loss of their own mothers. Many moms are deep in the trenches, worn out by crayons and carpools, and wanting a day off more than they want a dinner out or a bouquet of flowers.
As I scrolled through my Facebook feed on Mother’s Day, I could identify with the feelings of the women who posted. Some rejoiced, some mourned, some raged, some simply prayed for bedtime. As a woman who has battled infertility, as a daughter who had her share of conflict with her own mother and who now grieves the resolutions death has forever stolen, as a mom who has spent eleven challenging and wonderful years raising a child, I could relate to all of their raw and rightful emotions.
I began thinking about how dealing with Mother’s Day, and life in general, has a lot to do with letting go of preset expectations.
I had to do exactly that on Mother’s Day and the day after. My daughter had asked her dad to help her fix a holiday brunch for me. We’d bought bacon and eggs and fresh raspberries and strawberries at the store Saturday night. But by Sunday morning, our little girl had a fever, a sore throat, a headache, and an upset tummy. We went out to dinner once she felt better, which made her a little sad, but it suited me fine. Plans change.
Monday came, and my daughter still felt slightly weak and feverish. At lunchtime, she asked me to make the bacon and scrambled eggs for her that were supposed to be on the menu for my Mother’s Day brunch. I didn’t mind cooking bacon and eggs. But I was starting to feel exasperated–no, downright hacked off–because, although my kid wasn’t quite over the bug that had zapped her on Mother’s Day, she was definitely playing up her delicate condition so I would wait on her. I’d been fetching and carrying cold drinks, headache and tummy medicine, and pillows all morning. The crowning moment came as I washed the lunch dishes and she called for yet another glass of ice water. Annoyed, I asked her if I were her mom or the maid.
“I just fixed you my Mother’s Day brunch,” I reminded her.
“But it’s not Mother’s Day anymore,” she snipped in that tone that makes moms of tweens go from zero to livid in less than a nanosecond.
Biting my tongue, I went back to washing dishes. Then I started putting things in perspective. The brunch didn’t really matter. What matters is that I have a thriving child who, although she hasn’t always learned to be empathetic, is kind and caring most of the time. I spent many a Mother’s Day grieving my empty arms, which are now blessedly full. Conflicts come and go, but I have much to rejoice about.
My daughter eventually revived her brunch plans. She peeled herself off the couch in the middle of the afternoon and shooed me out of the kitchen. From the sounds I heard as she got busy making my snack, I guessed the feast would consist of a strawberry Poptart, some fresh berries, and a strip of packaged fruit leather. Not exactly bacon and eggs, but who cared? She told me the scrambled eggs I had fixed for her were delicious.
About J. E. Pinto
J. E. Pinto is a magnet for underdogs! Early in her married life, her home became a hangout for troubled neighborhood kids. This experience lit the flame
for her first novel, The Bright Side of Darkness.
Pinto’s Spanish-American roots grow deep in the Rocky Mountains, dating back six generations. J. E. Pinto lives with her family in Colorado where she works
as a writer and also proofreads textbooks and audio books. One of her favorite pastimes is taking a nature walk with her service dog.
The Bright Side of Darkness won a first place Indie Book Award for “First Novel over Eighty Thousand Words,” as well as First Place for “Inspirational
Fiction.” The novel also won several awards from the Colorado Independent Publishers Association: First Place for “Inspirational Fiction,” Second Place
for “Audio Book,” and First Place for “Literary and Contemporary Fiction.”
What is a family? Rick Myers is a despondent seventeen-year-old who just lost his parents in a car wreck. His family is now the four teenage buddies he’s
grown up with in a run-down apartment building. Fast with their fists, flip with their mouths, and loyal to a fault, “the crew” is all he has.
At least he thinks so until he meets Daisy, an intelligent, independent, self-assured blind girl. Her guts in a world where she’s often painfully vulnerable
intrigue Rick, and her hopeful outlook inspires him to begin believing in himself.
But when the dark side of Daisy’s past catches up with her, tragedy scatters the crew and severely tests Rick’s resolve to build his promising future.
Fortunately, his life is changed by a couple with a pay-it-forward attitude, forged out of their personal struggle with grief and loss. Their support makes
all the difference to Rick and eventually to the ones he holds most dear as they face their own challenges.
“The Bright Side of Darkness” is a story of redemption and the ultimate victory that comes from the determination of the human spirit.
For more details and to buy the book please visit: http://www.amazon.com/author/jepinto