| How is it that Anna May Jarvis, the
mother of Mother¡¯s Day, spent many years of her life as well
as her fortune campaigning against Mother¡¯s Day? What does
the author say about mothers in America, and the mothers in
his family as well?
When Anna May Jarvis¡¯s
mother died on the second Sunday of May, 1906, Anna May and
America were changed forever.
Like most of us, Anna had ignored
the warning ¡°Lavish£¨¿¶¿®¸øÓ裩your flowers on the living, not the
dead.¡± 1 Now, driven by remorse£¨»ÚºÞ£©, the gentle, easygoing
Anna May had one obsession£¨ÍçÄ¡ª to see her mother and motherhood
honored throughout the world.
After a year¡¯s planning, the first
Mother¡¯s Day was celebrated on the second anniversary of her
mother¡¯s death, May 10, 1908, at St. Andrew¡¯s Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, where Anna¡¯s mother had taught
Sunday School.
Anna was still not content and a
year later, Philadelphia became the first city to proclaim£¨Ðû²¼£©an
official Mother¡¯s Day. Three years after that, in 1914, President
Woodrow Wilson signed Public Resolution 25, establishing forever
the second Sunday in May as Mother¡¯s Day.
Ironically, Anna May Jarvis then retired from her insurance
company job to spend the remaining 34 years of her life, as
well as her fortune of over 100,000 dollars, campaigning against
Mother¡¯s Day!
From day one, Mother¡¯s Day had become
a great commercial extravaganza £¨ÆÌÕÅ£©to boost the incomes of
card and candy makers, and a salve£¨Ö¹Í´Ò©£© to soothe£¨°²Î¿£©the consciences
of those who each May made their mothers ¡°queens for the day¡±
while neglecting them the other 364 days.2
Anna May complained, ¡°Mother¡¯s Day has nothing to do with
candy. Candy is junk£¨·ÏÆ·£©.¡±
¡°A maudlin, insincere printed card
or a ready-made telegram means nothing except that you¡¯re
too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than
anyone else in the world.3 You ought to go home and see your
mother on Mother¡¯s Day. You ought to take her out and paint
the town red¡4
¡°You ought to give her something
useful, something permanent¡ Is she sleeping warm at night?
Could she use an eiderdown£¨Ñ¼ÈÞ±»£©? Maybe the stairs in her home
need fixing¡¡±
For 30 years Anna May championed
the integrity of mother¡¯s Day5, until old, tired, deaf, blind
and penniless, she was placed in a West Chester, Pennsylvania,
sanitarium£¨ÁÆÑøÔº£©, where she died¡ªunmarried, and never a mother!
Fifty years later, mothers may be
more neglected than ever. Sadly, over one-half of retired
American mothers live in penury£¨Æ¶À§£©. They do indeed deserve
something more permanent than cards and candy one day a year
and anonymity£¨Ä¬Ä¬ÎÞÎÅ£©the other 364.
Only now, as a father, am I slowly
beginning to appreciate motherhood. As I watch my wife, in
both sickness and health, unselfishly spend herself on her
two sons (and her husband as well!), I am moved by the glorious
gift of motherhood. Each day I love more deeply the young
mother I married¡ªand by my own mother who now lives in retirement
so far away in the hills of Tennessee.
My wife too increasingly appreciates her own mother¡¯s struggles
in raising two sons and a daughter in Taiwan while her husband
taught College English to Chinese students for over 30 years.
Amazingly, even to this day, when both of our mothers should
be enjoying their well-deserved retirement, they spend much
more time caring for their children and grandchildren than
we do for them!
The hardest thing about living in
China may be the difficulty of fully expressing appreciation
and concern for parents 12,000 miles away. Like most ¡°modern¡±
Western youths, we send the obligatory Mother¡¯s Day card,
and we write faithfully, but is this enough?
The past two years we have paid the
expenses for Sue¡¯s parents to visit us in Xiamen. Though we
live in China, half way around the world from our mothers,
this is at least one way we can work to ¡°Give our flowers
to the living, not the dead.¡±
Today, as Mother¡¯s Day catches on
in China, let us labor to make every day special for all mothers,
6 both in China and abroad. Let¡¯s make Mother¡¯s Day not just
a card-and-candy substitute for well-deserved love but rather
the crown and pinnacle£¨¶¥·å£©of a full year¡¯s expression of love
and appreciation for those who gave us life: mothers. 7
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