This Sunday is Mother’s Day in the United States. It’s one of those tricky, Hallmark-shaped holidays, that evokes a wide range of emotions for a variety of people. For many, it’s a heart-warming celebration with their families as children and spouses treat the mothers in their midst with special attention. For others, it’s a painful reminder of children lost or never conceived, or of mothers who died too young or whose love didn’t run deep enough. So Mother’s Day reflects our true humanity.
Nevertheless, most of us have had either a mother remembered fondly or someone else in our lives who stepped into that motherly role, nurturing us, encouraging us, comforting us, inspiring us. Here’s a photo of my boys with the hero in our family:
This week’s haiku theme is mothers, whatever that happens to mean for you, good or bad. Describe your thoughts in one verse with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Here’s mine:
She loves them even
when she doesn’t understand
all the Star Wars things.