It’s funny. I am not a fan of Mother’s Day. It doesn’t mean
that much to me. Actually, few days of
celebration of any sort do. To me, they
are days I celebrate mostly for others. Which most of the time brings me joy to
do so. I’d rather do a drive-by, dropping
something off without anyone seeing me. Normally, I’ve sent out cards. When I
do, there is an emotional attachment. I spend the most on Mother’s Day cards,
perhaps in the year.
When I had an office, I would have flowers and or candies out
for clients. As well, anyone entering my office the week of. Even the mailman. Because you just never know. Perhaps even the
mailman, needs a little cheer that week.
Nowadays, over the past few years in doing only house calls. I bring
flowers or some gift to clients for certain days of celebration. It is to
lighten their day. A distraction perhaps
from their maladies. My intention however, is to show them that I care deeply.
This brings me to my not being a fan of Mother’s Day for myself.
I have found others to be so self-involved, in not considering anyone but
themselves. Most of the time anyway.
Now, this is not something new.
It’s been this way since people walked the face of the earth. So, on
this day as some others, I like to be left alone. To be cooking, cleaning,
caring, writing, training alone, praying alone. I know how to rub elbows. I
know how to charm people. However, I only do those things when warranted. I’d
prefer staying within my soul. Letting my intuition guide me for that day, as
if it were any other day of my life. That is when I am at my most joyous point.
The joyous point? That is, doing what I always do. Work is play.
Play is work. I do not know the difference between work and play. Paid and
charity. It all melds together. It becomes a balance. I have been on a mission
of Tikun Olam. For decades I never had a phrase for it, till I met a woman who
is Jewish. She gave me the phrase one day a couple years ago. Upon telling her,
“I wish I didn’t have to get paid. That I could just give for free.” She then
gave me the phrase. And said, “You are healing the world with the behavior.” Frankly, I never saw it that way and remarked
such to her. She replied, “Everyone has that calling to heal the world. But we forget, that is in our souls. It’s innate.”
So, the thing that brings joy is not being a mother. Although
I am. Yet, it is in having the depth of caring for all. Concerning all. Always
knowing that I check myself on this. I ask myself quite often throughout every
day, “Did I consider a stranger, or strangers?” We can all be distracted by our
own pains and our family pains. Or perhaps a friends’. However, can we pull ourselves out of the self-serving
idolatry that makes us believe we need to be constantly catered to? That we
need a special day, every year.
We individually can make our days, special. Any day at any
time. At least most of us can. Just like
it is not up to someone else to make You happy. You make You happy. And once You
do… You then acknowledge it and bring your own joy to the table of
humanity.---Jody-Lynn Reicher
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