The Real Mother’s Day

5 May

Mother’s Day is this weekend, and as we all know, it has become synonymous with cards, flowers, candy and restaurants, designed to show our children’s love for us.

Mother’s Day started after the Civil War as a protest to the carnage of that war, by women who had lost their sons. I’m ashamed that I knew nothing about it’s beginnings before today. The Mother’s Day Proclamation, (below) was written by Julia Ward Howe, the same woman who wrote The Battle Hymn of the Republic, a woman dedicated to abolishing war.

I believe that as women, we are powerful beyond our imagination. By honoring and celebrating the original intent behind Mother’s Day; our fierce love for our children and our strong desire for peace for all Mothers in the world, who imageknows what we can accomplish?

The holiday began in activism; it needs rescuing from commercialism and platitudes. I’d love to see a Mother’s Day for Peace.
That sounds pretty sexy to me!

XO Donna

Mother’s Day Proclamation,  Julia Ward Howe, Boston  1870


Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!

Say firmly: “We will not have great questions decided by
irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking
with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be
taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach
them of charity, mercy and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From
the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says “Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance
of justice.”

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summo
of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a
great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women,
to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the
means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each
bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at
the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the
alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of

Julia Ward Howe



6 Responses to “The Real Mother’s Day”

  1. Rob Tessler May 5, 2016 at 3:53 pm #

    This is very moving and obviously as relevant as ever. Thanks for posting.



    • by Donna O'Klock May 5, 2016 at 5:03 pm #

      Thank you so much, Rob. I felt as if I were stepping out on a ledge with this one. I appreciate your continued support!

  2. Leisa Davis May 5, 2016 at 8:29 pm #

    Wow! Who knew?! Thanks for this post. And happy Mother’s Day! 💕Leiser

    Sent from my iPhone


    • by Donna O'Klock May 6, 2016 at 7:33 am #

      I know, right? Makes it more meaningful. And a Happy Mother’s Day to you and your boys! 💞

  3. brendaladd78704 May 6, 2016 at 9:50 am #

    fantastic. Thank you SO much for sharing this! xo Brenda

    “You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica – age 8

    BRENDA LADD Photographer • Educator • Artist

    512.707.0070 1509 Newning Ave Austin, TX 78704


    • by Donna O'Klock May 6, 2016 at 3:59 pm #

      Thank you, Ms. B! I’m pleased you liked it! And, I love you….

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