Another rainy morning. Another morning to linger in bed longer than usual, my dog on the floor, atop the books and pillow left below. It's Mother's Day, so why shouldn't I indulge myself. And my dog. My daughter is far away in Texas. My husband farther away in Spain. Why shouldn't I be a slugabed, listening to the rain on the roof, my dog snoring? Sipping coffee that's rapidly growing cold. (Our mornings have been cool lately, here in the mountains.)
The only thing that disturbs me is a question. How many mothers can lie thus, this morning? We hear much being made of motherhood. Mitt Romney's wife calls it the "golden crown." Religious conservatives praise it non-stop. Too many of our politicians use that "golden crown" image to fight programs and laws that have made life a bit better for mothers in this country. In a deep recession, mothers need those programs and laws more than ever.
And what of the mothers in gay relationships, whether they be male or female "mothers"? Our caretakers are always our mothers, if by that we mean our nurturers, even if they only empty bedpans and give sponge baths. If we going to honor and celebrate mothers on this day, we should consider the diverse spectrum of motherhood. We should honor those mothers with real consideration, not with hypocritical sound-bites.
Happy Mother's Day to all of those who nurture and sustain the people around you.
Happy Mother's Day to all of those honor and sustain the mother who sustains us, this blue-green planet with her wildflowers and wonders. Her hungry mouths. Her many creatures huddled under leaf and brush and creek bed on this rainy Mother's Day morning.