That day in May where breakfast is served in bed and homemade cards are presented to the matriarch of the family. A day to celebrate the woman who spent nine months growing you inside of her body. That same woman who birthed you. Or maybe the woman who chose to care for you even though she had not biologically created you. She was the one laid awake with you when you were sick. She tended to your cuts and bruises. She sang to you, combed your hair and hurried you along to school. When you are grown and starting your own family, she will be the one sharing in your excitement. She brags about you to her friends even to this day. She keeps the kettle on in case you might happen to be needing a cup of tea. Her advice is a plenty and her ears always ready. She is strong and yet soft. She is your mother.
It is a day for women, those with children, those wishing them into existence, and those who have lost. Mothers are in all of us. Mothers spend their days caring for a little ones, feeding their little siblings, taking the time to listen to a friend in need. If we care for others, we are all ourselves mothers.
Today is the day you thank your mother for all that she is and all that she has done. Give her a hug. Give her a call. Tell her you love her. Take care.