Thundora Dimslow Speaks
Rather than speak of me, my dear beloved son asked if I would be interested in speaking for myself, this fine, so-called, Mother’s Day. Now, why a mother has got to have a day all to herself is beyond me. Hell, to me, everyday is mother’s day, just like before I became a mother, everyday to me was simply woman’s day.
And hell, before I was a woman, every day was child’s day, and double hell, everyday before I knew what in the hell I was, I’m sure, I thought of as simply a damn day of days, a great day to be alive, an all days day of what the hellever. You see, this whole day of days business has always seemed a bit suspicious, a bit phony to me.
Not only have these supposed celebrations largely become sick capitalist days–and most are state sanctioned–they are just flat annoying, and well, a bit dull. I mean, if you’ve got to have some sort of indicator on a stick to tell you when to celebrate a certain whatnot or whatever, a certain special someone, then, boy o’man and girl o’woman, that may be showing that you ain’t got too much heart and mind in the supposed special someone or whatnot in the first place. So one token feelgood day is supposed to make up for all that lacks?
I would take one good law providing affordable daycare over a thousand mother’s days, any day…and that’s just for starters.
What suspiciously routine and infrequent days of exceptions these are: birthdays, this person’s days, that person’s days, death days, and so on. I mean are we only supposed to appreciate workers, laborers, father, mothers (and not children, ever notice?), this occupation, that race, this the one and that the other, only once per year? How cheap is that? And what brilliant PR–just the sort of thing that serves to prop up much of the unequal mess in the first place.
Well goodbye to all that, my friends. This momma, this worker, this woman, this human, this creature for one has come up in the world to appreciate and embrace every day as her day, and not hers alone. I will be tokenized no more.
Another Mother for Peace and The Anti-War Origins of Mother’s Day: “Each year the president issues a Mother’s Day Proclamation. The original Mother’s Day Proclamation was made in 1870. Written by Julia Ward Howe, perhaps best known today for having written the words to “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” in 1862 when she was an antislavery activist, the original Proclamation was an impassioned call for peace and disarmament. In the years following the Civil War her political activism increased, as did her condemnation of war.”
If mother and father get an official day, why not children? See Children’s Day, June 1st. A children’s story: Dissent.