Mother’s Day Index?
There are all sorts of mothers in modern literature, from the unbearably overbearing and ambitious Mama Rose in Gypsy to the kind, upstanding, Marmee in Little Women.
This past Mother’s Day weekend, the local paper published an article about the “Mother’s Day Index” a numerical attempt to calculate the monetary value of a mother’s work, based on time preparing meals, doing laundry, day care, budgeting, counseling, and so on. Apparently, this year, a mother is worth $145,235.
I laughed out loud at that number.
My mother has been gone five years now. She’s still very present in my life, especially lately, as I’m finally emptying the storage space that held lasting remnants of her time on earth.
Surrounded by physical evidence of her life, and what she managed to accomplish—not just for our family, but for the wider community as well—I can’t help but believe that the so-called index calculation is way off. It’s contemptibly low, as is the premise that a mother’s worth can be defined in dollars and cents.
I’m not normally prone to quoting the Bible, but Proverbs 31:10 (often referred to as the “woman of valor” verse) describes a woman who embodies strength, virtue, and wisdom as someone who is worth far more than any earthly treasure.
Surrounded as I am these days by so many mementos from my Mother’s life, that is exactly who and what she was.
Besides excelling at all the mundane Mom skills, she was a whiz at sewing and tailoring, writing, party-making, and creating art in many forms. When my Dad was building his professional practice, she was also his first office manager.
And how to value her volunteer roles as a non-profit museum director? Or as a Braille typist who transformed newspaper and magazine articles into tiny raised dots of code on pages for the blind to read?
Or as president of a statewide women’s organization, where she wrote and produced puppet shows (“The Good Fairy’s Crown” and “The Tooth Fairy’s Helpers”) to promote positive health habits for Texas elementary school students, or her art history adult education series, and her personal art-making as well.

Good Fairy 1967, Tooth Fairy Helper (Astronaut), 1969
I celebrated this Mother’s Day, not at a posh restaurant with Mom, but inside a rapidly emptying storage space and in my increasingly storage-box-cluttered home. I’m glad to have found a couple of appreciative charitable causes to take most of the things I can’t find room for. But I still have some paintings stacked in the corner with no wall space left to hang them on, and other precious mementos I’m not ready to let go of.
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
Jonathan Larson‘s lyric from the smash hit musical “Rent” echoes the Bible quote from Proverbs. For those of us lucky enough to have known or been loved by women or men of valor, there’s no way to put a value on that experience, except perhaps with an occasional tug on the heart, a random tear, a wistful smile, and deep, deep gratitude.
May all your celebrations be happy ones.
Gay Yellen is the author of the multi-award-winning Samantha Newman Mystery Series: #The Body Business, #The Body Next Door, and #The Body in the News!
Beautiful sentiments and memories of a fine lady who produced a fine daughter.
Thank you, Debra.
Gay, what a beautiful tribute to your mother! And what an amazing woman she was!
As for that index, I have to assume it was compiled by men. Even when women are working at jobs outside they home, they’re not valued as highly or paid as well as their male counterparts. It’s gotten better, thanks to people like Lilly Ledbetter, but we still have a long way to go to reach parity.
Right on, Lois!
For many reasons, I adore this post. Your mother was indeed a brilliant star, an amazing artist, and a phenomenal human being. And the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!
Thanks for the kind words, Saralyn. When I think about the many ways in which she made life better for so many people, my contributions can’t compare.
Gay, what a lovely tribute to your mother. Though my mother has been gone much longer than yours, I share that feeling of her being very present in my life. Especially lately as I’m going through some sorting myself. It sometimes takes multiple phases of letting things go. 🙂
Mary Lee, I so agree. Though my mom died relatively recently, I’ve spent a couple of decades letting go, due to her long-term illness. In the end, I suppose we can never let go of what our parents meant to us, nor would most of us ever want to.
Such a lovely tribute, Gay! How do you put a price tag on exceptionalism, dedication and love. I picture the tediousness of her raising the dots for braille readers alone is well above $145K. Your mother sounds incredible. How fortunate you are to have her wisdom to guide and influence you. I miss my mother terribly as I’m sure you do too. You’ll part with her keepsakes when you’re ready and not until.
Donnell, you’ve hit on why it’s taken me years to “declutter” the keepsakes. Mother’s Day can be such a bittersweet time, as are the memories that we’re left with.