She Really Does, You Know

Today is Mother's Day--not everywhere in the world, but everywhere and in all the places you or I are ever likely to go or be, so that's a good deal. 

I've heard that florists sell more flowers, that more greeting cards are bought and mailed, and that more telephone calls are made on this one day in the United States than on any other day of the year, all of which underscores how significant so many of us see this day as being.

My mother passed away almost seven years. She grew up as the second oldest child, and second daughter in a large family. In her life, her older sister, all three of her younger brothers, and her husband of nearly thirty years pre-deceased her. She and her husband, my father, had six children in two cohorts. I have no idea how many grandchildren/great-grandchildren she had, but I know she knew and that's what's important. 

She was a breast cancer survivor who could, in light of how often she has been dealt from the bottom of the deck, have been a very different person than the tiny and more fragile-than-I-remember-her-from-the-last-time woman who called me on my birthday or at Christmas for all the years I can remember, before she walked across the street to the beach (she lived in Florida because she hated snow) and who was always ready to offer advice, when asked, on any topic under the sun but who never pushed her viewpoint because she didn't want to seem bossy.

My wife's mom lived farther from us than Florida, in Offenbach, Germany, and was about the same age as my mother. They met a long time ago when Oma New Jersey, as our daughter Michelle called my mother, visited and had afternoon coffee with Oma Germany. 

My wife's mom's husband passed away many years ago after we arrived in the States, but still years ago, and my wife's family is a bit smaller than mine--two younger sisters and a younger brother. Both Moms were born in a world in the throes of the Great Depression, lived much of their teen years in a world at war, and then had and raised their own families in the uneasy truce that followed as the world that was, created terrors and technology that have become the landscape of the world that is, today.

Like your Mom, my mother and my wife's mother weren't in the pages of a history book someplace though, without being indelicate about this, we have an opportunity to have a history only because of them. I've wondered how different, and better, this world would be if Moms were in charge.

Let's face it, they were always wizards patching scraped knees from the playground and broken hearts from the same place. Moms could also assemble that science fair project from stuff under the sink the night before it was due, and they were always available to quiz you before those Friday spelling tests.

Why would 'real world' issues like arms control, the control of the flood of refugees, or affordable universal health care be too hard for them. Moms make miracles happen every day.

"Lift up your hearts and sing me a song,
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago,
Your mother should know. Your mother should know."
Happy Mother's Day.