Happy Mother's Day to all, especially mine

So, it’s been pretty-well documented that I love my Mommy.

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I’ve heard the taunts — the “mommy’s boy,” “go tell your mother,” etc. — and I don’t really care. I love my Mommy, and my Mommy loves me. It works for us.

With Mother’s Day nearing, I wanted to delve back into the history of this fine day, and find out just who came up with the brilliant idea to set aside one day every year to celebrate mothers everywhere. Luckily, I was able to come across a Web site pretty quickly that promised to explain the roots of Mother’s Day in a quick, concise manner. Of course, the name of the site is

They get into the celebration of mothers with the tale of the Egyptian goddess Isis. Early historical records tell of a celebration of the mother deity with an annual festival.


I went on to read a little bit about why people back then were so fond of Isis. According to the site ... well, I think I’m just going to quote the site.

“So the story goes, after Isis’ brother-husband Osiris was slain and dismembered in 13 pieces by their jealous brother Seth, Isis re-assembled Osiris’ body and used it to impregnate herself. She then gave birth to Horus, whom she was forced to hide amongst the reeds lest he be slaughtered by Seth. Horus grew up and defeated Seth, and then became the first ruler of a unified Egypt. Thus Isis earned her stature as the mother of the pharaohs.”


This was most certainly an event, or cast of characters, I don’t want associated with my relationship with my mother. This was just, well, eww. For starters, I started feeling a little green after the whole “brother-husband” comment in the first sentence. I mean, well ...


The next couple paragraphs involved ancient Roman and Greek festivities, and I decided to just pass through those without having to deal with ancient “eww” anymore. They then got to the early 1600s, and a celebration in England called “Mothering Day.”

This was kind of geared to the working class, as trade workers were allowed to travel back to their home towns to visit their families. Mothering Day also offered a little break from the fasting and penance of Lent so families could enjoy a feast together to honor their mothers.

That sounded a little better to me. I kept reading, and discovered that mothers were treated as the guests of honor in these feasts. They were often presented cakes and flowers as signs of respect, and there was no mention of brother-husbands, cutting people up or so on.

I’m sorry. I just can’t get over this whole ancient Egyptian thing. I mean, I dig the pyramids and I got into that King Tut craze that swept the nation a few decades ago, but I just can’t seem to come to terms with the story about Isis and her ...

But I digress. And, um, eww.

The first signs of a recognized Mother’s Day in this country were apparently attributed to Julia Ward Howe, the writer of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Distraught over the death and carnage of our Civil War, Howe called on mothers to come together and preach peace and motherhood. That celebration kind of came and went, and Mother’s Day itself didn’t appear regularly in this nation until 1908, when Anna M. Jarvis was credited with starting the day in memory of her departed mother.

Yeah, I think I get the picture.

Mom, I love you, and hope you have a Mother’s Day that stands out from all the rest.


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