I must write about trivial matters because my job is trivial. I am, after all, “just a mom.”
Of course, there’s more to trivia than the casual reader might suppose.
When the idea for this post came to me, I thought my point was a common one. That is, that without the mundane yet necessary chores done by the unsung, ordinary worker, the hungry and unclothed genius could never accomplish great things.
I was failing to grasp my own point.
Trivial has come to mean “not important.” Merriam-Webster’s definition for kids states just that: “of little worth or importance.”
A deeper reading of trivial‘s etymology—it comes from the Latin “crossroads”— underscores exactly what I sought to express.
excerpted from Merriam-Webster
Mothers are “trivial” because they are the only tangible link between every human being and all others. I am literally the crossroads between my husband’s family and that of my birth. My body made possible a new line of human succession, like that of every biological mother before me.
And, this is mere biology. Any mammal could do it. It hardly bears mentioning, let alone an acclamation.
We are the nodes in humanity’s network of biological interrelationships. We tie the web together.
Everyone bears a mother’s mark at the umbilicus, the scar where the physical tether was broken after birth. The rending of this vital connection must be followed by emotional bonding with some dedicated caregiver*, or an infant fails to thrive.
Everybody has a mother.
How trivial she must be!
*Though, at this moment, I am particularly in awe of the notion of birth mothers knitting the entire human race together, let no one read this post as a denigration of foster- and adoptive mothers and other parents-by-choice. Parenting is a monumental task; everyone who undertakes it with dedication earns an equal measure of my respect.