Before Mother’s Day became an official holiday, Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910), a social activist and the author of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” called on women to create such a holiday. In 1870, during the aftermath of the Civil War, Howe wrote a Mother’s Day proclamation as a call for peace. It began, “From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: ‘Disarm! Disarm!’”
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The History Of Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day is a holiday honoring motherhood that is observed in different forms throughout the world. The American incarnation of Mother’s Day was created by Anna Jarvis in 1908 and became an official U.S. holiday in 1914. Jarvis would later denounce the holiday’s commercialization and spent the latter part of her life trying to remove it from the calendar. While dates and celebrations vary, Mother’s Day most commonly falls on the second Sunday in May and traditionally involves presenting mothers with flowers, cards and other gifts.
Propel Women : Guest Post By Carey Scott.
Chances are you can recall a time when someone deeply angered or offended you through their heartless words or careless actions. Maybe you saw it coming, or maybe it absolutely blindsided you. It might have been intentional or accidental. Regardless, the last thing you wanted to do was offer forgiveness.
Mother’s Day : Wikipedia
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(In) Courage :When Mother’s Day Hurts.
As I sat in the pew, the pastor preached a stirring sermon on the attributes of motherhood. All the things he said were true. They just didn’t apply to me. And when the time came for all the mothers in the sanctuary to stand and be honored, my head dipped and the tears flowed. As mothers all around the room proudly rose from their seats, I prayed silently.
I’ve known for most of my life that I haven’t ever handled grief properly. That is why I began this journey towards learning to grieve with hope with my besties. We’re in the midst of our book study through Grieving with Hope, by Samuel J. Hodges.
Every week we’ll each be sharing our thoughts on the same chapter. It is our hope and prayer that as we learn to grieve holding tightly to the hope we have in Jesus Christ that others will be encouraged and strengthened that are on their own grief journey.
You can follow my journey towards grieving with hope here.
(In) Courage : by Sarah Mae
It takes time and practice to grow into mothering with wisdom and maturity and grace and gentleness. But the more we practice, the more we keep on, step by step, slow and steady, learning, doing, listening to older moms, staying before the Lord and relying on His Holy Spirit, the better we will get!
Yes Mother’s Day is hard for me. Very hard.
Mother’s Day is an emotional minefield for some women.
I’ve gingerly tip-toed this day for 38 years. I know it’s pain, treachery and discomfort.
But this post isn’t about me. This is for you, female friend. It’s for women I’ve never met. I’m offering you an understanding heart that identifies with your hurt and a path to release that can make you feel better, relieved and peaceful. I’m writing you today from a heart not yet fully healed from the scars of adoption relinquishment. But I desperately want to be. Like you, I’m working it out. Becoming healed.
Maybe you’re a mom whose felt death’s dagger cut your child or children away. Whatever the means, your loss is personal, permanent, stinging. It could be you’re a birthmother separated from your child through the adoption process.
You could be dealing with the pain of infertility, a single woman longing for…
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The Busy Mom : Heidi St. John
We were in desperate need of community that got off the porch and moved toward us.
I found it one night at a church community group bonfire. A sweet older mama called to me as I walked out of the house, her house actually, headed toward the backyard festivities. I thought she was talking to one of the other ladies in the group because she said she had something for whoever it was she was speaking to. She said it in the way you would talk to an old friend whose Tupperware you were trying to return. We had only just met so I thought surely she wasn’t talking to me.
But she was.
She was getting up off her porch to come toward me.