The origin of Mother’s Day in America
Julia Ward Howe wrote the original Mother's Day Proclamation in 1870 to call for “A Mother’s Day For Peace.” Her idea was influenced by Anna Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker, attempting to improve sanitation through what she called Mothers' Work Days. She organized women throughout the Civil War to work for better sanitary conditions for both sides, and in 1868 she began work to reconcile Union and Confederate neighbors. Jarvis' daughter, also named Anna Jarvis, would, of course, have known of her mother's work, and the work of Howe. Much later, when her mother died, this second Anna Jarvis (graduate of Mary Baldwin College) started her own crusade to found a memorial day for women. The first such Mother's Day was celebrated in Grafton, West Virginia, on May 10, 1908, in the church where the elder Anna Jarvis had taught Sunday School (Andrews Methodist Episcopal Church). Grafton is the home to the International Mother's Day Shrine. From there, the custom caught on — spreading eventually to 45 states and became a holiday in many states by 1912. In 1914 President Woodrow Wilson declared the first national Mother's Day.

• Jesus is on the cross with soldiers and on-lookers around him.
• Most of his followers and loved-ones are hiding.
• Only a few faithful people are still at his side, John, Jesus’ mother, and a few other women.
• He has undergone great pain, yet he still takes time to address the loved ones standing near him.

John 19:25-27 “25 Standing near the cross were Jesus’ mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary (the wife of Clopas), and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus saw his mother standing there beside the disciple he loved, he said to her, “Dear woman, here is your son.” 27 And he said to this disciple, “Here is your mother.” And from then on this disciple took her into his home.”

Poem about a Mother's Love
A Mother's love is something that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.


It is Righteous.
Galatians 5:22-23 “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.”
It is Unconditional.
Luke 2:32 “This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

It is Crucial.
More Honorable Than Any Profession
When all is said, it is the mother, and the mother only, who is a better citizen than the soldier who fights for his country. The successful mother, the mother who does her part in rearing and training aright the boys and girls, who are to be the men and women of the next generation, is of greater use to the community, and occupies, if she only would realize it, a more honorable as well as more important position than any man in it. The mother is the one supreme asset of the national life. She is more important, by far, than the successful statesman, or businessman, or artist, or scientist. —Theodore Roosevelt

Obey your Mother.
Colossians 3:20 “Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases God.”
Respect your Mother.
Care for your Mother.

Support Young Mothers.
Honor Older Mothers.

Give It Now!
If you have a smile for Mother, Give it now.
If you have a kindly word, speak it now,
She’ll not need it when the angels greet her at the golden gate;
Give the smiles while she is living, If you wait ’twill be too late.
If you have a flower for Mother, Pluck it now.
Place it gently on her bosom. Print a kiss upon her brow.
What cares she when life is over, for the flowers that bloom below?
She will have her share up yonder, Scattered at her feet galore.

Do something nice for the mom who has you.
Do something nice for the mom who has no one.