This week, Dr. Dawj’s guest male blogger is James Sangster, her knight in shining armor. He is a retired Chicago Police officer, Army veteran, and professional photographer (www.jesdigital.net). James decided to write about his experience with celebrating Mother’s Day.
Though the tradition of Mother’s Day is an old one, I believe in celebrating Mother’s Day every day.
In 1905 when Anna Jarvis died, her daughter, also named Anna, began a campaign to memorialize the life work of her mother. Young Anna remembered a Sunday school lesson that her mother gave in which she said, “I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mother’s day. There are many days for men, but none for mothers.”
Anna began to lobby prominent businessmen like John Wannamaker, and politicians including Presidents Taft and Roosevelt to support her campaign. At one of the first services organized to celebrate Anna’s mother in 1908, at her church in
At first, people observed Mother’s Day by attending church, writing letters to their mothers, and eventually, by sending cards, presents, and flowers. With the increasing gift-giving activity associated with Mother’s Day, Anna Jarvis became enraged. She believed that the day’s sentiment was being sacrificed at the expense of greed and profit. In 1923 she filed a lawsuit to stop a Mother’s Day festival, and was even arrested for disturbing the peace at a convention selling carnations for a war mother’s group. Before her death in 1948, Jarvis is said to have confessed that she regretted ever starting the mother’s day tradition.
Mothers Day has come a long way from which it was originally birthed. Mothers Day is a place and not a day. It can easily be argued as everyday, but it’s not a day it’s the place where we all took our first mental, emotional and physical place of residence while inside her womb and in her heart. Mothers Day is the everyday moment we realize what she thinks of us, how she remembers our failures, successes, our scrapes and relationships. Mothers Day, if it were measured in time, is a non-stop event everyday of every year. We owe her for what she was and how it helped shape what we are. There will be quite a few that will read this and only remember strife and hard times through life. From being scolded for not coming in before the street lights come on to being told, “That boy is no good for you”. For many of us, while we were in that place of beginnings, mom was doing everything she could to make sure we would want for nothing.
I don’t have to wait for Mothers Day each year, because I’m at that place everyday. I think that especially for men, we forget the perception of how we treat women. Our daughters and wives are a mirrored image of how we were exposed to that same care and love from our mothers. We don’t wait for a day to experience it; we don’t wait for a day to remember it; and we don’t wait for a day to show it because it was taught and given to us every day. Mother’s Day begins on the first day of January and ends on the last day of December. There shouldn’t even be a difference in how you present yourself, because she should know everyday, when you greet her in that place, how much you love her.
My mother raised eight girls and two boys, worked everyday up to her retirement and I cannot remember one day that she went out and even bought an item of clothing to wear while we were dressed warm for school and ate healthy everyday. To this day she is my example of what love is, what duty is, and what determination is. This year as always, I won’t celebrate Mother’s Day, because I did that today, yesterday, last week, last month and planning what I’ll do for her tomorrow. I don’t know how you’ll celebrate Mother’s Day, but I will continue to celebrate Mother’s Place, because it isn’t something I have to wait for when a day comes. Mother’s Place is in my heart; it’s in my life; it’s in my children.