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May 11, 2013

Mother to Langston Hughes … Why She Matters So Much!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)
Mother Day 2013 blog

Mother to Son
Langston Hughes (1922)

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps ’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Mother’s Day, is here and all who are maternal among us are to be celebrated. Those of us having birthed babies, adopted children, helped raised those born to others, mothered in one or another way a friend – perhaps even a stranger – are ALL to be recognized and remembered. There are the good and the bad to be considered in the annals of Mothers … often faux Madonna like status is afforded a woman singularly because she gestated. While admirable and obviously necessary to continue our species, even those like myself who have gone through great expense and effort to become Mothers, are not to automatically grouped in a glorified reverence  No indeed, as there are many not worthy of respect nor admiration – still the nature of the maternal relationship denotes a bond undeniable. So it is that we celebrate annually this day of mass recognition for Mothers everywhere – cards, flowers, gifts and more bought, sent and given to designate the role of Mothers each May in the U.S.A. and on different days in many other parts of the world. Nice yes but short changed in my opinion – for mothering is a multiply aspectus and many faceted derived condition and as such we need examine the historic, present and continually changing ideal that defines Mama.

I began this post with the wonderful poem by the amazing Langston Hughes. In reality, Hughes Mother was not a poverty struggling woman … his was from a well educated, mixed race [even Jewish ancestry] accomplished family. Even so this poet, writer and activist knew of what he wrote – for it surrounded him in the society of his days. These women who persevered against all odds to still love and raise children – often without Fathers involved – aroused an awareness in Hughes that permeates Mother to Son Poem so well. The ultimate gift of any parent or guardian to a child is example and tutorial that defines fortitude. This is the same REAL blessing I have often written about in past posts that my own parents gave me – that ability to REALLY overcome all obstacles in life. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy .. A Modern Super Woman Life! the many ways my Mother’s instruction on life has made a REAL difference to me will amaze the reader. No less than herculean striving is frequently required to succeed in this world and is not survival, along with thriving what every Mother and Father wish for their offspring? Of course, the physical connection, the care taking, as well as, the unconditional life long loving bond Mothers provide their children is without comparison in the realm of human existence. No need to define what salient characteristic cause child to adore its Mother – the draw no matter how unhappy the familial tonality is unquestionable. Goes without saying that no greater intertwined human relationship exists than that between Mother and child. All I ask is that on this Mother’s Day occasion, you look deeper than the Hallmark card denotation that portrays Mother as only that first female in our life here on Earth!

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