Happy Mother's Day

A Pledge by Men on Mother's Day

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Today I write to honour mothers on a designated Mother’s Day celebration for humanity. 

Firstly by acknowledging my own 3 mothers who I did not choose at any point of my existence, to the mother of my children who I chose to have joyfully facilitated our children into this world. And all mothers without whom we will ALL not exist including grandmothers and great grandparents. 

I choose to honour this day by wearing the wedding ring gifted me by my children’s mother. You may say that the ring is a symbol of marriage and not motherhood. I say the ring is just a ring but it is wearing the ring that signifies our union as husband & wife legalising the parental functions of woman & man. Hence by wearing the ring, I honour the fact that my then wife is also the irrefutable mother of our children and has been front and center in the care and upbringing of our offsprings. 

This subject arose a couple of nights ago when my fellow comrades both happily married, don’t relish wearing their wedding rings for fear of losing them. A comical conversation ensued, ranging from lack of responsibility, inconvenience to carelessness and fear of loss of precious metals prevented my friends from wearing their rings permanently on their finger. 

Being the older and hence wiser among the trinity, I offered the following observations for rumination; 

For subject no. 1 who cited the inconvenience of having to be conscious of not forgetting his ring, I said that we (men) wear the ring not for ourselves or our convenience but for her! To honour her by proclaiming our pride of having her as wife and mother of our children,

For subject no.2 who cited the loss of a valuable and sentimental piece of metal to be hard to bear, I said that she would rather he lose the ring while wearing it than not. 

Spurred by my callous caballeros and these postulations put forth to my young charges, I am wearing my ring permanently, today and/or everyday (?) honouring the honourable. 

Happy Mother’s Day. We see and honour you. 

I love you. The Invitation #9

 The Commitment.

It doesn't interest me 

to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up,

after the night of grief and despair,

weary and bruised to the bone,

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

"TRY THIS ONE MORNING as you are lying in bed: imagine millions of men and women all around the world rising from their beds where the sun finds them- leaving back supporting mattresses and straw pallets,hammocks, futons, and thin blankets on dirt floors- to take care of the children. Regardless of their religion, culture, or material circumstances, there are noses to be wiped, bellies to be fed, tears to be dried, and answers to be provided for the questions of young minds. In modern cities and remote villages, luxurious mansions and desolate refugee camps, fires are lit, stoves are turned on, cereal boxes are opened, water is drawn from taps or pumps or streams, fruit is peeled, and breasts are bared for hungry mouths. It doesn't matter whether the men and women have the resources to adequately provide what the children need, or whether they feel like getting up and doing what has to be done-life cries out in it's need to continue whether the providers are ill or healthy, illiterate or educated, despairing or filled with enthusiasm for life."

"Reach out one morning with your imagination and feel them, the millions of men and women who do the best they can every day to feed their children's bodies, hearts and minds."

 

~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

Fitting tribute to Mothers and Fathers on Father's Day, if they have children then it's Motherfucker's Day.