May is for mothers.
Every month is for mothers of course, but May has Mexican Mother’s Day on the 10th, and American Mother’s Day on the second Sunday.
Right now in Tucson, May is when the Palo Verde flowers are bright yellow. The flowers of the oleander are also in full bloom. The streets are filled with the dried flowers of the Lady Banks rose and the sweet acacia.
Allergies are in full bloom. The air is filled with pollen, the sperm of the plant trying to find its way to the pistil so that life may continue. Each flower represents new life.
Reproduction is in the air, literally.
The season of introspection and forgiveness and atonement.
Life begins anew.
I am honored that this is also the case for me. My DNA was captured nine months ago. These past few months have allowed me to conduct my own introspection into my life, other lives, and the creation of life.
The new feminista term seems to be “wombyn” instead of “women” in an attempt to distance one sex from the other (no men required), and to further make one special since only women get pregnant, and hence the womb.
I don’t mean to brag, but what greater symbol of the “wombyn” than that of Dr. Diana Uribe, a postdoctoral researcher in cancer biology at the University of Arizona.
She comes from a super-humble background, the dusty trailer town of Chaparral, New Mexico. She is the poster child of what good government can do when they offer human beings the opportunity to better themselves through education in an attempt to level the playing field.
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She took advantage of her public schooling and attended New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, majoring in a field that has very few minorities; within the STEM fields. She went on from Biochemistry and attended the University of Arizona as a graduate student in Cancer Biology.
And now she has a doctorate and works in the lab with new life in her womb. Some can write poetry about hardship and oppression, but she has turned her life into a positive, focusing on education and knowledge and always having hope for a better tomorrow.
Yes she has experienced racism and sexism. But she defines herself as a Chicana scientist and makes no excuses.
Right now she literally embodies the greatness of the wombyn.
This brings us to the other side of the coin, or in this case the womb.
All this love and life required the love of another life, the person with both an X and Y chromosome who would complete her half of the human genome; a sperm becoming one with an egg and creating a new cell that will become every cell of the human body, that will create the neurons and axons that create thought and consciousness and dreams.
There is no wombyn without the womb, and that requires a man somehow. That life in the womb may also be a man. We should love both as fully as the wombyn.
We should just love period.
Since it is May, let us all take time to celebrate the women in our life, even those that hate men enough to only accept the wombyn term. What greater love is there than that of a baby for its mother, and in return that of a mother for her child.
We are all the children of our mothers.
We should love and respect and treat all women as if they were our sisters, mothers or daughters, and we should love all men as their mothers love them.