The True Value of Mother’s Day
- WORDSMITH INTERNATIONAL EDITOR
- May 9
- 2 min read
Mother’s Day is more than flowers, cards, and brunches—it is a tradition rooted in gratitude and remembrance. The modern celebration began in the early 1900s, when Anna Jarvis of West Virginia campaigned to honor her own mother’s devotion and sacrifice. In 1914, the United States officially recognized Mother’s Day, and from there it spread across the world, becoming a universal occasion to pause and appreciate the women who nurture life.
But the essence of Mother’s Day is not confined to a single Sunday in May. Too often, we wait until it is too late—until silence replaces her voice, until absence replaces her presence—to realize that all she ever wanted was a little of our time. A visit, a phone call, a simple “hello” can mean more than any gift.
Regret is heavy when we look back and realize we never made the time. Mothers don’t ask for riches or grandeur; they ask for connection. They ask to be remembered, to be valued, to be loved in the everyday moments.
So let Mother’s Day be a reminder, not a deadline. Celebrate her while she is alive. Share your laughter, your stories, your gratitude. Because once she is gone, no bouquet or tribute can replace the warmth of her embrace.
While Her Hands Still Hold
Her hands still reach, though worn with years,
Her smile still shines through joy and tears.
She asks for little, just moments near,
A voice to call, a word sincere.
Her footsteps echo in quiet halls,
Her love still answers when duty calls.
She waits for laughter, a gentle sound,
A sign her children still gather ‘round.
Don’t wait for silence to teach you pain,
Don’t let regret be what remains.
Give her your time, your love, your care,
While her heart still beats, while she’s still there.
Her stories fade if left untold,
Her wisdom slips like threads of gold.
But if you listen, if you stay,
Her light will guide your darkest day.
So hold her close, while life allows,
Honor her love with present vows.
For once she’s gone, no gift can mend,
The time you lost, the words unsent.
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A mother’s greatest gift is time shared, not treasures given—visit her, call her, love her while her hands still hold you.
Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj
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