The feminist movement – also once known as the women’s
liberation movement – accomplished a lot of good. It raised the social standing
of women, afforded them access and opened doors they never had before, and
erased some damaging gender stereotypes. But I think an unfortunate byproduct
of feminism was diminishing the value and importance of motherhood.
Certainly becoming a mother is optional, and not every woman
has that desire – or opportunity, at least biologically. But in some quarters
there has been the notion that there’s something wrong with being “just a mom”
or a “homemaker.” As if, to become fully realized and successful, a woman must
do something more than that.
I have great respect and admiration for women in all areas
of endeavor, whether in the business world, media, education, entertainment, athletics,
medical professions, politics, the arts, or other vocations. Where would our
world be without the Florence Nightingales, Amelia Earharts, Mother Teresas,
Madame Curies, Margaret Thatchers, Oprah Winfreys, Carol Burnetts and Althea
Gibsons that have left such indelible marks with their lives and work?
My mom, Helen. |
But I hold equal respect, admiration – and amazement – for
the moms of this world. When I go into a mall and watch a young mother wrangling
two or three toddlers, without complaint shuttling them from place to place,
dabbing their tears and responding to their pleas, I am truly amazed.
Dads can do this too, but moms seem specially gifted in this form of “multi-tasking”
– seeking out bargains and conversing with friends, while tracking the little
ones and warding off whatever dangers lurk around the next corner.
Most of the time when our phone rings, it’s one of our
daughters calling for…Mom. She answers their questions, helps solve their
problems, talks about their day, and will drop everything at a moment’s notice should a crisis
arise. All without murmuring. In fact, if there’s a need, Sally’s jumps at the
chance to assist. (I might help as well, but I’ve been known to murmur.)
Three of the moms in our family: Becca, Sarah and Sally. |
With four daughters raising a total of
seven children, I’ve observed a lot of mothering firsthand. While the dads are
at work, battling deadlines and pressures, these women are handling their
own job responsibilities, as well as cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, washing, mediating
disputes, wiping noses, and many other tasks somebody has to do – so they do
them. Juggling isn’t just a skill for circus performers.
I commend the women that are full-time CEOs, entrepreneurs,
physicians, educators, musicians and high achievers in other pursuits. But I
don’t believe there’s a more noble, higher calling than being a mom, surviving
the everyday challenges of child rearing, from womb through childhood and teens, on to college, marriage and beyond.
There's something unique about a mother's devotion. Bryce knows that about his mom, Amy. |
Before her there was Sarah, wife of Abraham, who at an
advanced age became the matriarch of a “great nation, as numerous as the stars”
(Genesis 15).
Then there was Mary, who not only gave birth to the Son of
God and nurtured Him as a child, but also grieved as He hung from a cross. One
of Jesus’ last concerns was to ask His disciple, John, to care for her. “…He said to his mother, ’Dear woman, here
is your son,’ and to the disciple, ‘Here is your mother’…” (John 19-26-27).
So it’s fitting that on Sunday we observe Mother’s Day, a worthwhile celebration if ever there was one. Let’s honor all women who carry out this priceless calling, often overworked, underappreciated and sometimes even unnoticed. Moms, where would we be without you?
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