A Poem for Mother's Day: "Sonnets are Full of Love" by Christina Rossetti

Our mom

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me

A Poem for Mother's Day: The Song of the Old Mother by William Butler Yeats

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.

Celebrating the Women who make us Great!

Mother's Day 2015
It’s almost that day again – time to tell your mom just how much you love her! Whether you show it with a card, a gift or just a great big hug, letting your mom know just how much you care is always fun and always sweet. JenSan Home and Body is all about pampering strong women and we will happily take any excuse to give back to the woman who made us who we are.

The Mother’s Day holiday started in the 20th century, in the United States, but a similarly named day was celebrated on the 2nd Sunday in May as early as 1872. Founded by Julia Ward Howe, a social activist, “Mother’s Day for Peace” wasn’t actually a celebration of mothers, but a pacifist holiday meant to promote peace. Howe believed that women, mothers by convention, had a responsibility to influence and shape policy for the betterment of society. Though this holiday is unrelated to the Mother’s Day we celebrate today, it did speak to mothers and women and promoted the importance of mothers and their ideals.

The one we celebrate today was actually founded in 1908 by Anna Jarvis, who proclaimed Mother’s Day as a day to celebrate motherhood, and it was officially made a holiday in 1904 by President Woodrow Wilson. Though Jarvis’ day is not directly related to Howe’s, it’s easy to see how a day celebrating the importance of the values mothers bring to society could have influenced a day celebrating their importance in our own lives.

Our mom Marjorie and her grandson Rachad
Personally, we owe our success and our love of handmade crafts to our own mom, Marjorie. Her hands are as skilled as they are loving. She taught us to sew, to build, to cook, to care, to love. From our grandmother we learned the importance of the land and natural food. She was always making homemade lotions and things for us to try – something most people never experience. It was magical to see these two women make so much out of so little and it taught us that luxury wasn’t reserved for the rich. All women could pamper themselves and deserved that bit of elegance.

Growing up things weren’t always easy. After we moved to America, our mom worked two and sometimes three jobs to support our brothers and us. Of course, she also cooked and sewed for us, never short of love or energy for her family. When she retired it was our pleasure to invite her to live with us so we could finally give back to her the way she’d given so much of herself to us. We owe our success and our strength of character to her and her hard work. We take every opportunity to pamper her and it’s always a privilege to be able to celebrate not only our mom, but also all the strong women in our lives.

We love you mom!

Jennifer and Sandra

April 30, 2015

A Poem for Mother's Day: "Child and Mother" by Eugene Field

O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,—
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you're weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we'll wander,—
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,—
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.