Mother’s day is a day I revere, as I adore my mother.  She worked without complaint just to see me through school.  She’d forgo lunch at work saving money just to buy me something new.  She gave up her own luxuries to afford me my whims and fancies.  I thank God that she’s still with me and I can take care of her.  Not all are so fortunate.

I admit that I do feel a bit outraged with all the commercialization of Mother’s Day, but on the other hand, the array of lovely gifts and novel ways marketed to please one’s mother proves that we, as a people, care for our mothers and love to see them smile.  It proves that in spite of all the digitization and fragmentation of our foci, we have managed as a nation to remain essentially human.

There has been a cheap popularity stunt a few days back by Salary.com that has tried to calculate the worth of a mother as a hybrid employee, without considering her social role.  I do not believe that the service of any mother upon this world can be calculated against dollars.  Even an attempt to do so is a folly that disrespects the sacrifices of motherhood.  I would like to end the blog today by citing one of my favorite poems:
 

M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for

the million things she gave me,

"O" means

only that she's growing old,

"T" is for

the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for

her heart of purest gold;

"E" is for

her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means

right, and right she'll always be,

 

Put them all together,

they spell

"MOTHER,"

A word that means the

(entire) world to me.

 

-Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

And hope, that all of you have, and remember, the

blessings of our mothers who took such pain in bringing you into this world.