Mom, Mommy, Mam, Mama, Mudda or Mother – whatever you can her, well it is her day and it is right around the corner.
May I suggest a homemade or well-written card / letter, a home cooked meal, a spa treatment, or a bottle of wine? All those things will do. After all she deserves it after putting up with your crap since the last Mother’s Day. Just kidding. Or, am I?
All joking aside, Mother’s Day is a day dedicated to motherhood and all of its goodness. I had to chuckle, when I looked up the history of Mother’s Day and read this sentence, “traditionally involves presenting mothers with flowers, cards and other gifts.” Basically, we want your gifts, folks.
Anna Reeves Jarvis of West Virginia can be credited to the early roots of Mother’s Day. She began a “Mother’s Day Work Club” to teach local women how to care for their children. It wasn’t until 1905, when Jarvis’ daughter, Anna Jarvis truly developed what is known today as Mother’s Day, shortly after her mother’s death. The idea was that Mother’s Day was to be honored throughout the country, but on a personal level with mothers and their families.
One – 20.00 | Two – 26.00 | Three – 45.00 | Four – 150.00 | Five – 18.00 | Six – 10.99 | Seven – 19.99
Want to know the irony? Young Anna Jarvis worked in the floral industry and by the 1920’s, you know 15 years after starting this wonderful day, she became disgusted with how the holiday was over “commercialized.”
“Hey, Anna. Were you making money on your flowers?” Shaking my head. So according to my source, “She outwardly denounced the transformation and urged people to stop buying Mother’s Day flowers, cards and candies.” She also launched a few lawsuits here and there over the use of the “Mother’s Day” name. By the time she died in 1948, she completely disowned the holiday she created.
The article never shared so I did some digging myself, Anna Jarvis was never a mother.
So, I am sure if she was alive today she would despise my post on Mother’s Day Gift Ideas. She would block me on social media and she probably would send me a comment detesting my commercialization of this holiday. My response would be, “Hey, Anna, I haven’t sleep in 16-months and I have entered the whiny toddler phase, followed by epic meltdowns, I think I would thoroughly enjoy breakfast in bed and some hot pink Hunter Boots. Thank you!”
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