We all know that Mother’s Day is supposed to be a celebration for moms across the country, a day where she can eat a horrible breakfast in bed and relax as her family tries to fill her shoes for 24 hours.
The holiday began in this country about 100 years ago, when Anna Jarvis began a campaign to have moms nationwide recognized for their efforts.
Later, after Hallmark and other companies began commercializing Mother’s Day, Jarvis started rallying against the corporate flood and even tried to have the holiday rescinded.
Ten years after the holiday was declared a national celebration, Jarvis was even arrested for disturbing the peace during a Mother’s Day protest.
The reason she was so passionate was because Jarvis believed that the sentiments being expressed during the second Sunday in May should come from the heart, not the store.
She believed hand-written notes of affection were the best way to express esteem for the women who mean so much to us.
So although this column was typed, I am using a bit of this space to express my heartfelt love, appreciation and gratitude for the woman who made my very existence a possibility.
Were it not for my mother, Candi, I would not be the person I am today. Her guidance, wisdom, kindness, compassion and unconditional love have all guided me through my journey, and I would have been truly lost without her.
She has always had faith and encouraged me to do my best, no matter how long the odds may have been or what challenges we may have been facing.
Mother’s Day is also about recognizing those in life that have shown the maternal instincts and bonds that we think of when we hear the word “mother.”
I have been lucky to know many strong, compassionate women in my life, far too many to name here, but each one of them played a special role and I will never forget everything they did.
And let’s not forget my friends and classmates who somehow balance a family with school, and sometimes work as well.
All of us have these women in our lives, whether they are our biological mothers, our grandmothers or aunts, or simply a woman who took the time to show us we mattered, we were special, and life was going to be OK.
So please remember those amazing women, the lessons they taught us, and consider what they would think of us today. Remember them not just on Mother’s Day, but every day. Live to be a better person, to make all the mothers out there proud.
Whatever you do, just don’t buy her a Hallmark card. You’re better than that.
When Paxton was young, he would make his mom cards and art projects for Mother’s Day. She is probably thankful he is just sticking to writing newspaper columns now.