It was a crowded airport shuttle bus and and I slid into the last open bench and pulled my little girl into the seat next to me. Right before the doors automatically closed, a mother with her head covered and a baby strapped across her middle, dragging a suitcase behind, stepped in.
We caught eyes as she sighed heavily, relieved and burdened at the same time.
Without even thinking, I pulled my big girl into my lap and motioned for her to take the seat next to me. I didn’t think she understand, an obvious language barrier between us, so I patted the seat next me again. She smiled and sat next to me.
It didn’t make me a good person or a hero. No, it just meant I knew the unspoken code of motherhood: Mothers help each other.
It’s the same unspoken code shared across the aisle at Target when we see another mom wrestling her child in the middle of a meltdown. Instead of stopping and staring and saying, My child would never act that way. We offer a compassionate smile or quietly pick up her purse that’s fallen to the ground because we understand (and probably because our kids have acted that way.) We get the stiff arched backs of toddlers in tantrums, the messy floor beneath high chairs at restaurants, the slammed doors and infuriating eyes rolls of our tweens and the wringing hands of a teen driver who hasn’t texted yet to say they safely made it.
We are mothers and we wave our “Me, too” and “You’re not alone” banners wildly.
I think it’s this unspoken code that surprises me most when I travel to another country. We might not speak the same language or even know culture, but one mother’s heart knows another. Maybe that’s why it breaks me wide open to think about mothers who would do anything to feed their children, to send them to school and provide a home for their family.
I have nodded my head, patted backs, and wept along with women around the world who simply want what I take for granted every day.
Because that’s a code we don’t have to break–mothers around the globe want to take care of their children and watch them grow up.
Maybe that’s why it seems so obvious to me that if we have the power to meet one of these needs, we should and we will gladly. And we can do it in a beautiful way that not only helps mothers from India to Costa Rica to Kenya, but also helps us remember.
Plus, we can change the world and look good doing it.
When you purchase one of our gorgeous Limited Edition Mother’s Day Bundles at Mercy House--you’re not just buying gifts. You’re doing so many things with your purchase:
- You’re providing fair jobs for artisans who live in oppressed and impoverished countries.
- You’re supporting maternity homes in Kenya that rescue teen moms and their babies
- You’re being an educated consumer
- You’re making a mom in your life very happy with trendy, unique gifts
- You’re giving a gift twice
- You’re sharing what you have.
You’re understanding the unspoken code of mothers around the globe: You’re scooting over on that crowded bus, sharing that last bottle of water, making eye contact with the most broken person in the room–you’re changing the world.
And boy, do we have an opportunity to do all of the above.
Shop our Limited Edition Mother’s Day options today:
High End Bundle | $75 –includes a beautifully wrapped bundle with your choice of gorgeous handmade Joyn brown leather or black vegan purses from India–both retail at $70 each and a delicate 14Kt Gold Seed Necklace from Costa Rica that retails for $52. Each bundle is a retail value of $122!
Travel Bundle | $24— includes a handmade dyed batik zipper pouch with travel bath and body products from our friends in Malaysia along with our popular paper bead gratitude bracelet from Kenya with a Mother’s emphasis card (Write down 3 reasons you’re grateful for mom)
Mother’s Gratitude Bracelet | $8— handmade in Kenya with 3 painted pretty coral beads. Card reads: “You do so much to show you care and I’m thankful for every prayer. Let this bracelet remind you that I’m grateful for all you do. 3 reasons I’m grateful for you.”
Make mom proud this Mother’s Day and show her you understand the unspoken code of motherhood.