Translation: “Mother’s Day: I only found an artichoke, but my heart’s in it!”
On May 12, 1907, Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia held a memorial service for her departed mother in Grafton, West Virginia. This simple act of devotion started a trend that spread to every state in the nation.
The second Sunday in May was declared a federal holiday—Mother’s Day— by President Woodrow Wilson in 1914.
It became customary to wear a red or pink carnation to honor living mothers and a white carnation to honor the deceased.
The greeting card companies seized on this opportunity to promote sending flowers, cards, and gifts. In her later years, Anna Jarvis resented the commercialization of Mother’s Day and lobbied to abolish the holiday.
Whether we honor our mothers with store-purchased items or handmade goodies, the idea behind Mother’s Day is still valid. My mother worked hard all of her life. She was unhappy and stressed out much of the time. But she tried her best to love us, protect us, and give us what we needed.
One of my fondest memories is a rainy night in 1965. The school chorus was giving a concert, and the streets in L.A. were flooded. I was afraid that my mother wouldn’t be able to attend our performance. But somehow, someway, she made it, and I always remembered that. Her efforts let me know how much she cared.
She’s gone now, and I miss her, but she suffered from chronic pain and a severe heart condition. Death brought her relief. And I try to remember that even as I wish she were here.
HONOR THE ONES YOU LOVE EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. I wish now that I had done more for her.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, EVERYONE!