May is the month we celebrate mothers, motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society with a few variations. Some celebrate Mother’s Day in the second Sunday of May, while others don’t confine it to a single day, but dedicate the whole month of May to honoring our heavenly Mother. The Celebration of motherhood in May also has very good reason. There’s a strong connection between the two. Although it isn’t a religious celebration, per se, Mother’s Day definitely has religious origins. It’s safe to say that the feminine power is closely related to the power of creation, of giving new life.
May is also considered the season of the beginning of new life. Back in the days, in ancient Greece, the whole month of May was dedicated to Artemis, the goddess of fecundity while Romans dedicated it to Flora, the goddess of bloom, of blossoms.
According to legend, Rosemary was draped around the Greek goddess Aphrodite when she rose from the sea. The Virgin Mary is said to have spread her blue cloak over a white-blossomed rosemary bush while she was resting. That’s when Rosemary’s flowers picked up their blue color and acquired their fragrance. The shrub then became known as the ‘Rose of Mary.
Since medieval times, the month of May and devotion to Mary were connected, but it wasn’t until the 20th century that Mother’s Day was celebrated in the United States, and the first official celebration in 1908 .
Mother’s Day has taken on a whole new dimension when we understood that Our Lady’s intimate and royal dignity has been transferred to that of our own mothers by nature and by grace.
Hence, Mothers Day is the celebration
of each and every mother on Earth.
I don’t need Mother’s Day to be reminded of her , my Mom passed away couple of years ago, and I still feel such a strong connection to her.
For those who aren’t lucky enough to still have their mothers around, there are a few thoughts I would like to share with you.
Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, the smell of Rose and lavender, the fragrance of life itself, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, the eucalyptus rub on your chest ,the lemon on the furniture, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space . . . . . . . . . Not even death!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO YOU ALL
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