On mother's day cards
My birthday is around mother's day and every year the family has to choose between scheduling two get-togethers awkwardly back-to-back or to make us share our special days. I never minded, which was odd, because I grew up feeling a huge need to feel special. Maybe it's middle child behaviour. I was reading my birthday card very close in time to having composed a mother's day card and was feeling some sort of sense of discontent. I couldn't shake the feeling that these encouraging words and sentiments that I had written and was receiving were somehow fake. And doing some introspection, a practice I have, now regrettably, previously spoken poorly of, I found that the reason I found them fake was because I know that when I write encouragement cards, it is an expression of myself rather than the person to whom I am writing. This beautiful card I received, full of nice things about me, isn't about me. My parents write me cards because of who they are, not because of who I am. And I write nice notes because I conceive of myself as someone who is kind, encouraging, and loving. This is one of the traps we fall into when we think too much of the self. The fakeness goes away when we consider the system as a whole, that I get to be a part of a network of people in whose character it is to bring out and name the best in each other, and to do so in writing. C.S. Lewis once said something to the effect that a truly humble individual could take just as much joy in someone else's achievements as their own. And so I take joy in my place in a kind community that cares for me as an individual. We can't help our selfish instincts. We are the centre of all our experiences. But there are so many joys available to us when we let go of our sense of grandeur and allow ourselves to be an insignificant part of something good. The celebration of a birthday isn't for having survived another year, it's for having people who want to have a party with you. I get to have people to cook for me, make cakes for me, sing for me. And later I will repay the favour and take just as much joy in that. Not because of who I am, nor because of who they are, but because of who we are. An emergent property of humans, if you will.
I think that as our individualism has risen and our communities break down we can understand some of it through this lens. The self, self fulfillment, and self expression become some form of high ideal. Maybe Disney is at fault. But I think this leads folks to depression and anxiety when, inevitably, they let themselves down. The exhortations to put community over the individual lead to some dark places too, let's not forget, but I suspect that most of us could use some humility. It's probably a healthy practice to see something that doesn't benefit, entertain, or need us and to think, "This is good."
And cause I normally blog about the bible, I'll just mention that most of the commands of Jesus and God were given to groups of people. Jesus cared deeply about the individuals in his life, but the whole bible is written to and about groups of people, not individuals. God loves me because of who They are, not because of who I am, and that's a cliche, but God also loves the whole interconnected system of human, creation, God, etc. And I think we should too.














