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Mother’s Day: “If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom”, she’s going to call me “Point B”.

Sunday is the day we celebrate moms in the “Kingdom of America”. We recognize this day in spring because hundreds of years ago, festivals were fashioned around the time when all things bloomed and the long awaited sun returned after months of longer nights. The world once covered in winter’s frost, is now fertile again. Many cultures, as we continue to do still, celebrated spring with symbols of bunnies, eggs, flowers and the image of the sacred female- the ultimate life bringer.

We women have a huge responsibility bringing life into the world. And while we celebrate mothers on a single day in May, the truth is that Mother’s Day is every day, because a mother’s work is never finished. A woman‘s work is never finished. We girls have so much to do in this world.

Girls are born into the world, thinking they have to make every one in their lives happy and comfortable. We nurture our friends, our siblings and ever our parents from a very early age. As we grow our bodies change, from awkward little girls to beautiful young women full of feminine energy. We wear short skirts and eyeliner, and change our core selves to please or save the men in our lives for a while, until we begin to feel this need to reproduce the beauty of life that is in us. So we give birth to beautiful little humans, whom we teach to do everything we know; good and bad. We watch our little seeds grow, the way we once did, attempting to keep the rain from drowning them before they bloom, while they fight us tooth and nail. Once our little blooms are full, we slowly arc back to children ourselves losing our once vital femininity. What a beautiful cycle of womanhood.

Here is a beautiful poem written and performed by Sarah Kay for TED (performed in the first 5 minutes of the recording). I think they will speak volumes to you, whether you are a mom or a daughter (or both). Please listen and share this sentiment, that only a woman can truly understand, with the other dear females in your life.

“If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom”, she’s going to call me “Point B”. Because that way, no matter what happens, at least she knows that she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you. Hard. In the face. Wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal, believe me. I’ve tried. “And baby,” I’ll tell her, “don’t stick your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick, I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to the burning house to find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy that lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyways, so instead, I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, so there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix, but that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to look at this world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, there’ll be days like this my momma said. When you reach out to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots fill with rain and you’re up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days when you have all the more reason to say “thank you”. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the “wind” in win some, lose some. You will put the “star” in starting over, and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive, but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Remember,” I’ll tell her, “your mama is worrier, and your papa is warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they, really, ought to meet your mother.” – Sarah Kay

Beautiful words. Hope they touch your heart as they have mine. What a burden and a blessing we carry to bring forth life. We women are powerful beings. We have to stick together through the journey. Hold tight to your girl friends and your mother.

Wishing all the Queen Mums a most blessed day, every day.