By Clint Parker
Mother’s Day is a celebration of mothers and all they do for their children. OK, some people swear it’s just a scheme greeting card company’s came up with to sell more cards for the day.
Well according to History.com, “Mother’s Day is a holiday honoring motherhood that is observed in different forms throughout the world and …in the United States. The American incarnation of Mother’s Day was created by Mrs. Anna Jarvis in 1908 and became an official U.S. holiday in 1914. Jarvis would later denounce the holiday’s commercialization and spent the latter part of her life trying to remove it from the calendar.”
So, truth is it wasn’t a greeting card company but a woman, who after losing her own mother, wanted to celebrate mothers. However, she ended up getting disgusted with all the commercialism of the holiday and wanted to discard the holiday.
I, for one, am glad she wasn’t successful in her attempt because the truth is their’s nothing like the love of a mother for their children. Let’s face it, as sexist as it is when we hear (or at least I do) of a mother abusing her children, or God forbid, killing her children, we imagine it much more horrible than a dad doing something similar.
No one, with the exception of God, loves you like your mom. I recall of a recent example I can give of my wife doing just something a dad, such as myself, would never do.
A few weeks ago, my oldest boy, who lives in Winston-Salem, came down with a bad stomach bug. He left work not long after getting there and was unable to make it home before he had to pull over and start throwing up. Thus began a 15-hour ordeal with the discomfort of this act coming every 20 minutes or so, not to mention the agony of the bug itself.
Now, as his dad, I certainly felt for the boy and even said a few prayers for him to get some relief. But without a direct ‘ask’ from my son to come almost three hours down the road during the work week to take care of him, I wasn’t planning on going down there to hold his head and possibly catch that nasty bug myself.
However, when I got home, mom had a different idea altogether as she informed me of her plans to go and take care of her son and asked did I wish to accompany her. Seeing how I had to be at work the next day and, besides that, the NCAA Basketball Championship was occurring that night, I was not particularly in favor of joining her for the journey, but I soon came to realize it wasn’t a request.
After quickly ‘getting my heart right with Jesus’ so-to-speak and arranging a few details of the trip – such as I would go find a place to watch the game while she took care of our son; that we would be back for me to go to work the next day; and I would not be going in to his apartment, but sleep in the car, so I didn’t catch the bug – I acquiesced, and we headed out.
In just under three hours she headed into his apartment armed with a surgical mask, Lysol and laundry detergent. Yes, laundry detergent and I’ll explain why in a minute. I headed to watch the game at a sports bar. When the game was over, I got my orders to pick-up several items from a 24-hour store, as it was around midnight and everything else was closed, before returning to his residence.
When I got back, she came out and got the items and headed back in. I settled down to try and get some rest only to have her come out every couple of hours and get me to run her over to the communal laundry to do his clothes and sheets. That’s how the night went until about 5:30 am when, after about three hours sleep for me and about 30 minutes for her, we started home.
After, that experience I have one message for my children. Whatever Father’s Day gift you would ever consider purchasing me, stop right now. Use it to shower your mother with gifts because she is far more deserving than I. And while I love you children with all my heart there is no way I match the care that your mother will give you throughout your life. If you ever think about saying a harsh word to her, keep this little story in mind.
PS: Oh, by the way, mom thanks for everything you’ve done for me and forgive me for the times I’ve been or appeared ungrateful, Happy Mother’s Day!