A Moth Day Letter from a Mothman to His Moth

Happy Moth Day!

Moth, I’m trying to figure out why the above abbreviation for Mother’s Day isn’t more popular. In fact, I don’t understand why “moth” isn’t a common way to refer to mothers altogether. Why the need to switch to “mom” when “moth” is closer to the actual word? It’s not like you are my “mommer.” I just don’t get it.

And moths are really such lovely creatures. Seriously, there are some beautiful moths out there, every bit as beautiful as butterflies. Yet moths tend to get a bad rap. Shouldn’t be. Here’s some good reasons to actually prefer moths to butterflies: 1. They tend to be furrier. 2. Moths are drawn to light which suggests integrity. John 3:21: “But whoever does what is true comes to the light.” 3. The word “moth” is 2/3 “mother.”

I guess a mother could take this abbreviation as an insult and potentially feel like she is being called 2/3 of a mother by calling her “moth.” But then if that argument holds, how should you feel when you are called “mom”? Like 1/3 mother plus “m”? That’s getting to sound more like an algebra problem than a term of endearment. But nobody wants to treat their mom like a problem. It’s not like 1/3+m=U.

And what about the Mothman? You know, he’s pretty big stuff in West Virginia.

This is what wikipedia says about him:
Mothman is a legendary creature first reportedly seen in the Point Pleasant area of West Virginia from 15 November 1966 to 15 December 1967. The first newspaper report was published in the Point Pleasant Register dated 16 November 1966, entitled “Couples See Man-Sized Bird…Creature…Something”.

What if this guy is just a guy who loves his mother so dearly that he’s really a “mother man” going around by the abbreviation “Mothman”? Now, think of how much better the connotation is to be called “Mothman” than “momma’s boy.” The latter is a label of weakness. Momma’s boys don’t fly around and instill people with a sense of awe, legend, and respect, but Mothman does.

Mothmen are sons who have grown up to be strong. They have spread their wings and learned to fly in this world. But they haven’t forgotten the one who brought them into this world.

That’s what I want to be.

So happy Moth Day, Moth!

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