Mothering

I still think about my mother every day, but the vacuum she left in my life when she died is slowly being filled by an overwhelming sense of gratitude for how blessed I was to have her for my mother. I was also blessed to have her as a role model for the ‘mothering’ responsibilities that each one of us is entrusted with in various areas of our lives as nurturers and supporters and care givers and cheerleaders and sources of affirmation. My mother set the bar awfully high in that regard but she remains an ongoing inspiration. 

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Missing my Mom

This is my second Mother’s Day without my Mom and there is still rarely a day when I don’t think about her and miss her. Yesterday I attended a Pembina Trails Voices’ concert. Some words from the song Wanting Memories by Ysaye Barnwell resonated with me. 

I thought that you were gone, but now I know you’re with me.
You are the voice that whispers all I need to hear

I know that I am blessed,
again, and again, and again, and again,
and, again.

  The words of the song reminded me that my mother’s love continues to bless me and her voice of affirmation and faith still whispers to me when I need it most. 

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Mother’s Day Kitsch

It’s the day after Mother’s Day and mothers are trying to find places to put the sweet little gifts they’ve received. Their hearts were touched by the sentiment the presents conveyed but what to do with all those cute knick knacks they get year after year? I was working at the Mennonite Central Committee Thrift Store on Selkirk Avenue in Winnipeg last week and Mother’s Day kitsch was flying off our shelves. I took some photos before it was all gone.

If Mothers were flowers I’d pick you

Mother’s Day Teddy Bears

A mother’s love makes all things bright and beautiful

Plaque for Mother’s Day

To one who bears the sweetest name

A Mother’s Day poem and Canada souvenir 

What to do with your Mother’s Day kitsch? Bring some of your collection to the Thrift Store and we’ll sell it next year. Profits from our sales help to provide food, clothing, medical care and other services to needy people around the world. You’ll be helping others and have room left on your shelves for the new Mother’s Day kitsch that will be coming your way in just 364 days.

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Missing Mom

This is my first Mother’s Day without my mother. I miss Mom every day. I am so thankful for having a mother like her who was my number one cheerleader and supporter. I could always count on her unconditional love for me.  Good things were always better when you shared them with Mom. Bad things were never quite as bad once you’d talked to her about them. This week I received a letter from one of my aunts. She acknowledged that Mother’s Day might be hard for me, but reminded me that in loving and supporting my own children and grandchild, I pay tribute to my mother and keep alive the love and care she gave to me and my siblings.

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Mrs. Mayer and Daughter by Ammi Phillips 1835

When we visited The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York last fall I was overwhelmed! I knew I couldn’t possibly see or study everything in the short time we’d be there. I needed a theme! It didn’t take long before I realized I was being drawn to all the intriguing representations of motherhood. I decided to take photos of any piece of art that depicted motherhood in some way. Here are a selection of my favorites. 

Mothers nourish their children.

Mother and Child- Bamama People- Mali- 15th Century

Mothers teach their children

Jungle Tales by James Jebusa Shannon 1895

 Mothers are role models for their children. 

The Way They Live by Thomas Aushutz 1879

 Mothers carry their children till they can walk on their own. 

Mrs. Brindley Sheridan and Her Son- by John Hoppner 1797

Mothers create a home for their children.

Just Moved by Henry Mosler 1870

Mothers make their children feel beautiful.

La Coiffure by Picasso 1916

Mothers risk their lives for their children.

On To Liberty by Theodor Kaufmann- 1867

Mothers care tenderly for their children.

Mother and Child by Mary Cassatt 1899

Mothers share their delight in their children with their partner.

Conversation Piece by Lilly Martin Spencer 1851

Mothers encourage their children.

Madonna and Child by Filippino Lippi 1483

Mothers are their children’s protectors.

Latona and Her Children Diana and Apollo by William Rinehart 1870

Mothers work to provide for their children. 

The Lacemaker by Nicolaes Maes 1655

Mothers establish meaningful rituals in their children’s lives.

Story of Golden Locks by Seymour Joseph Guy 1870

Mothers can do many things at once for their children.

Two Hands by Claudette Schreuders 2010

Mothers comfort their children.

A Young Mother by Bessie Potter Vonnoh 1896

Mothers have enough love for all their children. 

Chloe Burrall Smith and Her Five Children by Ralph Earl 1798

Happy Mothers Day! 

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Bride of New France- The King’s Daughters

Bride of New France- The King’s Daughters

Did you know that both Hilary Clinton and Angelina Jolie are descendants of young women sent to New France (now the Canadian province of Quebec)  in the 1600’s by King Louis XIV? Both the American Secretary of State and the Hollywood actress have mothers with French Canadian family roots. 

I just finished reading the book Bride of New France by Suzanne Desrochers. It tells the story of The King’s Daughters or ‘fille du roi’, young women sent from Paris to New France at the request of governor or intendant Jean Talon. Talon wanted to turn a struggling colony of fur traders and ex-military men into an agricultural settlement. The fact that the colony contained only 45 females for every 1000 males posed a major obstacle to Talon’s plans. He asked Louis XIV to provide financial incentives to encourage young Paris women to come to New France, marry and settle down and raise families. Nearly 1000 young women many of them orphaned or homeless came to Canada between 1663 and 1673. 

Arrival of the Brides by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

Desrochers’ book gives us an authentic, gritty portrait of these women quite different than the elegant paintings done by many artists. The ocean voyage was brutal. A good number of the brides died from fevers and malnutrition, the others arrived in New France dirty, sick and disillusioned. Even the bonuses offered by the king for getting married and having at least ten babies was not enough to make some women follow through and stay in the colony once they got a taste of the mosquitoes, harsh winter weather and the  threat of attack by the Iroquois. 

In Desrochers’ book. We meet Laure, an accomplished seamstress and inmate at a Paris institution for homeless and abandoned women who dreams of setting up her own business someday. Instead she angers her superior and is sent to New France as a punishment. Laure is spirited, independent and self sufficient. She marries a ‘lily-livered’ fur trader and then somewhat unrealistically I think, has a relationship with an Iroquois man. The romance is not portrayed in any kind of fairy-tale way however. 

Filles du Roi – 1665 by Ralph Bennett

This book arose out of research for the author’s masters thesis and she includes plenty of historical details and background material.  You learn a lot about the settlement in New France and the fille de roi but in a way that is interesting and rarely detracts from the plot. 

After reading Bride of New France I realized these women played a key role in the founding of my country. 737 of the fille de roi stayed in Canada, married and raised large families who established a strong, vibrant agricultural and commercial settlement. 

On Mother’s Day it is particularly fitting I think to pay tribute to these adventurous, brave women who came to Canada to raise families and in turn helped build our nation. 

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What Does Your Mother Do?

What Does Your Mother Do?  I wrote this article for The Daughters of Sarah, a Christian feminist magazine in 1988. The editors asked seven-year old Bridget Bernardi of Bloomington, Illinois to illustrate the piece. I think the article reflects the multi-faceted ever evolving view we have of mothers. 

The week before Mother’s Day, in my second grade classroom, I had asked the children to write a story about something important their mothers did. “Try to think”, I said, “of one of the most important things your mother does.”

The stories seemed easy to write, and within ten minutes or so my desktop was covered with literary efforts. That evening after supper I began to read the stories. 

“My mother cooks….. My mother makes the beds….. My mother vacuums…… My mother washes dishes….. My mother does the laundry….. My mom makes my lunch……My mom looks after our baby….. My mother cleans up.”

The next morning I sat down with the children on the rug at the front of our classroom. “I realize,” I said to my students,”that all these things you have written about are things you see your mother do all the time. You like it very much that she does these things for your family. But I want you to write your stories again and this time I want you to think of something your mother does that has nothing to do with housework. Think of something really special your mother can do that maybe no one else’s  mom can do.”

The children returned to their seats. My new assignment didn’t seem as easy as the first. Pencils gripped tightly in sweaty little hands moved almost painstakingly across the page. Tongues were sticking out and perspiration glistened on some brows. By the end of the day however, I was able to leave for home with twenty-five new stories in my back pack. 

I had an enjoyable evening reading their new efforts.  “My mom can turn somersaults…. My mom can play the piano…. My mother grows beautiful plants…..My mother is a teacher…….. My mother works in the nursing home……..My mom sews dresses for brides…..My mother can draw just excellent!”

Two stories really stuck in my mind. Two girls wrote about the work their mothers did on the family farm. Their combined efforts went something like this. 

“My mother works on our farm. She feeds the animals and looks after them. When one of the cows has babies, she helps. My mom mows all the grass on our big farmyard. She helped my dad pour the concrete for the floor of our new barn. She drives truck when we combine. She gathers eggs and milks the cows. Sometimes she even manures out the barn. Mother does lots of important work on our farm. “

That year my students and I prepared lunch on the Friday before Mother’s Day and invited our moms to school to share it with us. After the meal we put on a little program. One of the girls read her story about “My Mother the Farmer.” I watched tears trickle down her mother’s cheeks as her daughter described the work her mom did on the farm. The mom told me later she had been touched to realize that her daughter had actually  noticed the many jobs she did on the farm. 

The next year I happened to teach the younger sister of one of the girls who had written about the contribution her mother made to the family farm. At the beginning of the year I sent home the standard form to be filled out asking for birth dates, parents’ occupations and other necessary information.   The previous year the mother had written ‘housewife’ in the blank beside ‘mother’s occupation.’ This year when the form was returned it said in the  same blank in capital letters, FARMER. 

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