In an age when the decades-long race towards the Kardashification of our culture has finally been won – or is that lost? – I think that it’s time to bring our focus, and our thoughts, back to the fundamentals.
Back to the basics. Back to the home front.
Few things in this world are more unreal than reality tv. It seriously distorts, cynically warps, and mercilessly mocks so much that is good about us. (And, truth be told, some that is not so good, as well.)
And the very word selfie could not, to me, more ironically describe, or better define, what has risen up over time and replaced the greatest generation, the one famously known for its very sacrifice of the self.
But, really, it’s unfair of me to characterize an entire generation in this way.
Because there are those, still, whose every waking moment of every waking day, remains a selfless giving over of themselves, wholly and completely – often not without real pain and a constant, deep longing for something less physically and emotionally demanding; something much more sophisticated and worldly.
Always exhausted, forever under-appreciated, often not even noticed, they are the ones who – mostly still – take on the major yet humble responsibility for nurturing, disciplining, bandaging, encouraging, shaping, and, ultimately and inevitably, letting go.
I speak, of course, of our moms, whether still living or long since passed.
And it never gets easier for them, does it? Especially when they watch, often helplessly, the mature product of their own selflessness take on – sometimes willingly, sometimes not – its own hardships, anxieties, and burdens.
They are after all, always and forever, mom – whether at age 20 or 120.
Yes, it’s true that dads never quite relinquish their hearts either. But nothing can ever compare to the connection, both physical and emotional, of a mom; a bond, rugged and unbreakable, formed at that very first, spectacular instant inside, ending only upon her very last breath out – and, who knows, perhaps even some point beyond.
No, none should ever be called a superhero.
There really isn’t such a thing, of course. That’s as much a fantasy as any reality tv show; at least as far as we know on this side of human experience. They are always much too human, often much too impatient, sometimes much too anxiety ridden and prone to render such a fictionalized account to the world.
But, oh, that unspoken, unadulterated, unyielding love.
Therein lies her true strength, therein lies her real heroism.
And so yes, they do, in reality, affect and move our world.
And – dare I say it? – they save it too.
One child, one family, at a time.
So, here today, a big thank you to my own mom, with much love, this day and always. I am forever grateful to you!
And one wish for all of you as well:
Have a Happy Mother’s Day!
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Copyright 2016-2017 (Originally Published May 7, 2016 as Superheroes Need Not Apply)