As a youngster, I
always wondered on the pomp & pageantry which surrounded mothers' day,
without corresponding attention to their male counterparts. Looking at all the
mothers in my church back then and the regalia they donned on Mothers' Sunday,
I figured that this was simply because the women had perfected the art of being
excessively fashionable, and thus unlike their male counterparts, could
mortgage their family's meals for a week to afford their fancies.
My perception as to
the reason for the celebration of Mother's Sunday when I was in the University
slightly shifted, to it being merely a reason for we Undergrads to invade the
pots of our surrogate mothers,
and fill our tummies with reckless abandon.
With
the eyes of an adult now however, it is no wonder to me why women should be
celebrated, not just on Mothers' day, but every day. If anything, they are not
celebrated enough, considering the sum of what distinguishes them from the rest
of mankind: sheer strength.
From
the configuration of her DNA, the woman is apparently imbued with unfathomable
strength, which makes her invincible, yet, highly vulnerable. Her lack of
understanding as to the depth of her own power makes her susceptible to being
taken advantage of by members of the opposite sex (and sometimes, even her own
kind), often resulting into the deepest heartache for her. But her strength
often materializes in the resilience with which she swallows life's bitter
pills, and fights on.
Traditionally,
she was supposed to just stay at home, and provide succor to her
children and mate, while the man goes to forage for food for the
household. Her role was just ensuring that there is a 'home' for the household.
But the dire conditions of the 21st Century has necessitated that she also
ventures into the male-dominated world, in order to eke out a living. The
amazing thing however is that despite this added responsibility of tilling the
ground, she still finds a way to balance this which her primary role of
home-maker.
But
what I find most awesome about the woman is her nurturing spirit. Every woman
is innately wired to be a mother, irrespective of whether or not she has a seed
from her own womb. Remember as kids, the disparity in the games the boys play,
and the girls play. While the boys are busy playing
"Police-and-Thief" and shooting imaginary guns, the female child is
usually engaged in playing 'House', with her dolls as her 'children', and
'cooking' food with sand. This ingrain nurturing trait is exhibited in the
sensitivity with which she cares for people around her. Little wonder that in
most cases, it is mostly the female children whom after marriage are still
concerned in the affairs of her pre-marriage family.
It is
with the knowledge of all these that I have now come to appreciate women
everywhere, and totally lend my voice to the campaign that women should not
just be celebrated on certain days, but should be celebrated everyday,
everywhere, every time. I wonder where I would have been, if my own mother was
unable to bear nine months of my trespassing in her body. As Shaggy sings it,
"Thank God, for the strength of a woman".
Paz,
Meg.
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