Remembering Mother's Day

No other day like Mother's Day

A day set aside to immortalize Motherhood. What a wonderful definition for one of the most influential people in each of our lives; special remembrances of the one that brought us into this world, our mother. Each and every one of us has one. I hope each person that reads this has blessed thoughts, memories and fondness toward that most honored matriarchal figure in each of our lives, though I realize that is not necessarily the case; mothers are still unique and special.

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If you still have your mom, be sure and give her a big hug and kiss today. Mother’s Day is a most honorable day set aside to honor the one that first held and kissed us as a baby. That blessed institution that no man can hold claim to, yet sometimes find themselves in having to play the role of both father and mother to their children in some special cases.

Mother’s Day was first observed in America in 1912 and was set aside as a day to honor motherhood by Anna Jarvis on the second Sunday in the month of May. It quickly caught on nationally and internationally. Today many countries honor that grand institution of motherhood. Not all cultures celebrate on the same day or even the same month, yet most nations and/or religions bring attention in some way recognizing those responsible for our very existence. Just a side note here for Wikipedia , the online encyclopedia; when you get a moment, check out Mother’s Day there and scan down through the various countries and read the various aspects associated with this honored day. I learned a lot and I’m sure you will also.

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This day has changed a lot in its observance in my particular case. My mind carried me back to a less hurried lifestyle when my mom would make sure each of her children would wear a small red rose on our little suits or dresses as we went to church to show the world, or at least all eyes that looked upon us that Sunday morning that we were privileged enough to still have our mother with us. If we happened to see someone with a white rose, that meant that their mother had passed away. The only grandmother I ever remember was my mother’s mom and she passed away when I was eleven. I can still remember that first Mother’s Day that my mom had to wear a white rose instead of a red one. I remember that look on her face, knowing that her mom was now gone and she found herself in the presence of all other ladies that wore a white flower on that Mother’s Day.

It was also a special day at our church. Different moms were recognized for, e.g. the oldest living mom, the youngest mom, the mom with the most children, etc. All those who won in the different categories won a potted plant or a gift certificate or something special for their particular achievement and were congratulated by everyone at the end of the morning service. That was something we kids all looked forward to because it always meant so much to our mom.

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Somewhere along the line this special recognition of moms stopped for some odd reason or another. Maybe because someone’s feelings might have been hurt, or it might have caused ill feelings for someone who just lost their mom, I don’t really know why or when it stopped, but today I was thinking about it as I left for church this morning. Oh, it is still called Mother’s Day, and we did have a dedication service where parents dedicate their children and babies before the whole congregation, but without any special recognition of the various moms in the congregation as we once did. I miss that. We didn’t even have services this evening at church which has given me time to write this hub. The reason we didn’t have services was so that everyone could spend time with moms and families, which is okay, I guess, for those that still have families. I guess the rest of us just have a time to reminisce of memories and recollections of a simpler time when we still had our moms with us…

© 2011 SamSonS

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Pollyannalana 5 years ago from US

Impressive looking hub!


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samsons1 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

thanks Pollyannalana for being the first visitor and for your comments...


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

You are an artist, samsons. Your choice of graphics is very attractive.


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lifegate 5 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

Samsons,

Very educational as well as touching. Thanks for the read.


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samsons1 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

*thanks drbj for your gracious accolades...

*and thank you my brother lifegate for your comments. Hope your services was inspiring...


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Tammy L 5 years ago from Jacksonville, Texas

Sam:

Your mom is smiling down on you. Your mom must have been a dear sweet woman. After all she raised you.

God Bless

Tammy


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samsons1 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

thank you my dear Tammy for your more than gracious comments.

blessings...


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Rebecca E. 5 years ago from Canada

this is a lovely hub, I am sure your mom is proud of you... keep on writing.


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samsons1 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

thanks Rebecca. You always say the nicest things and your words of encouragement are most appreciated...


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eugbug 4 years ago from Ireland

Poignant hub Sam, I hear Earl Hamner in my head as he reminisces at the end of "The Waltons" when I read this. I hope you don't mind the comparison!


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samsons1 4 years ago from Tennessee Author

not at all my friend, thanks for the gracious comments...


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DDE 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

A special to remember always


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samsons1 3 years ago from Tennessee Author

mothers are special and everybody has one. Thanks for commenting...

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