Mother of Odd is a play on a phrase I (and I'm sure many others) heard a lot throughout my childhood and adolescence. When I hear the words "Mother of God" in my head, I immediately begin to recite the Hail Mary.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
My mom told me that I was named after Mary, you know, Mary, the virgin mother of Jesus Christ. She told me that she prayed to God while pregnant with me, and that if God gave her a healthy daughter, in exchange she would name that daughter after Mary, in honor of God's grace. (This is obviously paraphrased through my understanding and recollection - my mom would never have used the phrase "in honor of God's grace" just to be clear)
I like to joke now that I was doomed to be a disappointment from the beginning. How could I ever live up to the virgin!!! mother!!! of jesus!!! frickin!!! christ!!!???? Mary is considered by millions to be the holiest and greatest saint because of her extraordinary virtues.
And then there's me. The other Mary. Mary Haedrich. The chubby lesbian. Not the mother of Jesus. But maybe one day, Mother. Maybe right now, in some ways, Mother of Odd?