With or Without Children, We Should All Be Celebrating Mother’s Day

We're creators after all.

I'm starting to resent holidays more and more. I've shared how much I love my routines. I'm a creature of habit, so if a holiday falls on a Monday or during the week, I'm thrown off my game.

But even more importantly, holidays have morphed into events that no longer correspond to their original meanings.

Christmas is the top offender.

While the cozy image of chestnuts roasting on an open fire draws me in, the constant push to find and buy the perfect gift is a stress bomb. Does anyone remember the humble little family with the baby in the stable? The current version of Christmas doesn’t make sense.

I’m not a fan of Valentine's Day, either. It’s not really about love but an excuse for capitalism.

Mother's Day is on the list now, too.

I can't make peace with it. Perhaps it has been tainted because of my rocky relationship with my mother. Society idealizes the connection between mothers and children, but relationships are fluid and rarely perfect.

I don't like how exclusionary Mother's Day is, either. While everyone reading this is here because of a mother, not everyone is a mother. Sometimes that's a deliberate choice, but it could also be that someone isn't equipped to carry a child or other reasons beyond their control.

Yet, women are defined by whether or not they've had children.

Somehow a women's worthiness got intertwined with motherhood. Society worships the idea of a woman as a receptacle of life but not her life itself. It’s a warped point of view.

The truth is that a woman doesn't do much while incubating the baby for nine months. Sure, she and a man started the ball rolling, but after that, her body is in charge of the growth and development of the embryo. She has no “To Do List” for producing a baby besides eating, drinking, and sleeping. Digestion, circulation, respiration, and excretion for her and her new lifeform all go on without her cognition or involvement.

After the baby is born, the mother's body produces perfect sustenance. One has to marvel at the body’s intelligence which is independent of the mother herself.

Despite the body's remarkable capabilities, yoga steadfastly reminds us not to identify with our body vessels.

The body within the body isn't who we are, either. The baby presents as a separate set of flesh and bones, but like us, it isn’t just a body but an infinite part of the divine universal consciousness.

Women don't have a monopoly on manifesting new living consciousness. Male or female, we create through our relationship with the divine. We're all capable of giving birth because chubby babies are not the only way the universe reveals itself.

Let’s do away with Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Those man-made holidays leave too many people out. Feminine and masculine energy are co-equal. We’re so tied to the physical plane and traditional gender roles that we can’t fully comprehend our limitless power and ability to create through and with the divine.

Have a great week, creators! Let me know who bought an acupressure mat and how you like it in the comments.