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“The Name of Mother”
“The noblest thoughts my soul can claim.
The holiest words my tongue can frame,
Unworthy are to frame the name
More sacred than all other.
An infant when her love first came,
A man, I find it just the same:
Reverently I breathe her name—
The blessed name of mother.”
—George Griffith Fetter


I'm not really good with days dedicated to people, or groups of people, and especially myself. I'm a little late on writing, especially in relation to Mother's Day, but in reality I write about being a mother all the time. I understand why we have a day dedicated to loving mothers and fathers or in reality all mothers and fathers of any kind, but truth be told, I just don't need a church meeting focused on how my mom is great or why being a mother is a blessing.  But I do think we should talk more about the woman's role in the Plan of Salvation. Maybe special attention from my husband is nice. But "happy mother's day" is like "hey how are you doing" as you're walking away. "Thanks"

This day is personal to so many. And if anything for me, it is a day to reflect on the influence of women in general. Those who are fighting like crazy to have children deserve to be at peace on this day. Those who found a miracle in pregnancy deserve to be at peace on this day. Those who have lost children deserve to be at peace on this day. Those who aren't ready to have children should be at peace on this day. Those who are watching their children grow, deserve peace on this day. For today, women care about their divine role. Because it is divine and we are a key player. And we need to respect these key players, especially those who fight like crazy to be that mother to you.

Mothers are powerful people because our roll in life all of a sudden takes on new meaning. Our power isn't gained just from merely being biologically linked. We are gifted with the creation of human life, but the power comes from our will to live for someone else and these other people, aka children, bring out our crazy. I want to be a mother, yes, but to me that is showing this daughter of God that she is divine and that this life is challenging, but she can stay true, become her best self and find her way back to an eternal family.

We shape and influence souls. But motherhood is different for everyone. Motherhood forces me into this selfless cosmic arena where I feel like I'm fighting for my sanity every day. All of a sudden who I am is re-defined. Motherhood is great. No one should flee from it, but it is okay to accept that it's a different kind of hard work. And it will push you to your limit. But you will push them too. Or drag.


I am more like my mother than she knows and I'm sure more than I realize. She deserves to feel honored. And I know that comes from seeing your children find their own faith and family.


Because I have choice, but I was taught how to find that choice and what mattered most in life.




And I am lucky, because I have a mother who is always there, even after the fights.



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