She Is Mother — by MT

Hands rough from days of hard work, wrinkled, warm.

Eyes crinkled, laugh lines and soft folds of skin.

Greying hair and soft tummies.

Knowing smiles, disapproving looks.

She is mother.

She is the provider of life. The one who stays home, who works the fields, who spends countless hours worrying about her children.

She is mother.

She is stern. Soft. Tender. Tough. Challenging. Encouraging. Protective. Forgetful. Human. Goddess. Super hero.

She is a hug in the morning and a kiss goodnight. The first one I call to dry my tears. The soft whisper in my ear. The menacing threat of discipline when misbehaving. She is the rock of the family.

She is the cook, the doctor, the tailor, the farmer, the janitor, the maid, the babysitter, the nanny, the accountant, the judge, the peace keeper, the hair dresser, the stylist, the therapist, the teacher, the provider.

She is a listening ear, a comforting embrace, a familiar voice.

And yet, society deems her work, un-valuable.

She is un-thanked, unnoticed, “just there.”

The hours of domestic work she toils over is nothing in the eyes of economists and policy makers. She tends to be the only one in charge of children, household chores, family expenses, and other responsibilities. She is expected to do everything gracefully, without complaint, without asking for help. . . without error. She sacrifices portions of her youth, all of her free time, and does so quietly.

Her children are her wealth. Their wellbeing, their education, their health, their happiness: measures of her success.

What if we took care of our mothers? What if economists took into account the work a mother does in the home? What if businesses and public policies reflected that appreciation for Mothers? What if mothers were protected and promoted? Valued? Thanked? What if all family members were equal in the home?

She is mother.

Her “reproductive” labor earns her no social benefits, no health insurance, no pensions, no social security.1

Nay. These are for those married to an “economically productive spouse” or “economically productive” themselves.1

The success of free markets, of nations, of economies, of societies—around the globe rest on her shoulders, on her willingness to dedicate her life to labors with no remuneration, with no recognition, with little consideration.

Sometimes she works another job, a double job, double duty, a career woman—twice.

She is mother.

Her role is not easy. Her tasks are challenging. Her days are long and busy. And she’ll do it all.

Now doesn’t that sound to you like a woman who deserves appreciation? Admiration? Protection? A shared role in decision making in the household? A voice? Rights? Security?

I can’t think of a person more deserving.




1. Hudson, V. M, Ballif-Spanvill, B., Caprioli, M., & Emmett, C. (2012) Sex and World Peace.

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5 thoughts on “She Is Mother — by MT

  1. Caroline says:

    This is beautifully stated. I love this post! MT, this is almost poetic. Thank you for pointing out the necessity of mothers and all that they do!

  2. Victoria says:

    Beautifully written. I look forward to the day when women are finally compensated for their labor in the home, and when they’re allowed fulfillment outside of those walls as well.

  3. LAE says:

    This is so elegantly written and I tip my hat off to MT. Wonderful post. I was just having a conversation about this subject with one of my coworkers yesterday. Being a mother is a full time job and a thankless one at that. Women should be compensated for this because without them, our society would not be able to culturally and physically reproduce. That is valuable, that is worth something! Great post

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