Momma mia man date comb the second Sunday during month of May can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans devotional festivals held to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele setting precedent for Mother's Day where early Christians fancied festival known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early twentieth century 1908 when Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then, and community organizer during American Civil War) era to quieten grief fraught era also cited as informally memorializing her mother, who begot said noble men touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone lachrymose role with accolades to endure tragedy and loss put upon childbearing women, this event held (rain or sun) at St Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken in subsequent decades to formal fete, where poets (like me) did open the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken be expected by the early 1920's imbolden greeting card companies such as Hallmark generated a market (money making of course) even though Jarvis believed companies sought profit NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet tis sin the ****** appetite of the ole mighty dollar, but her lofty ambition did get thwarted by mass marketing the quaint idea, plus she feared going in debt and though the industry (initially proposed entailed low key acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed, fêted, lionized, revered re: formed unsanitary squalid living conditions with zee less ness and aplomb set a course where greater longevity doth hum all because, she sought to regale mum (mine) deceased after rigor mortis immediately thereafter her sole son found himself saddened severely glum, and uncomfortably numb.