Hopefully, your mother was around you throughout your developmental years. As a toddler, she cleaned you when you couldn't clean yourself (even after you finally ate the pureed green peas), she dealt with your five year old twin sister's death threats, as a teenager, she kept away from the den as you "studied" with your first romance, then just when you were about to make your move, she'd knock on the door, right? Yeah, those were the days.
My mother is a family person...her faith in family is superceded only by her faith in God. Even when, as a family, we weren't as cohesive or as together as she envisioned (maybe she didn't take into account the strength of the egos she raised), she kept the faith, belief and (while I'm sure it was trying) the love. One day seems wildly insufficient to recognize mothers everywhere. Internationally, mother's day celebrations occur on dates usually affiliated with springtime. In the United States, Anna Jarvis, a Pennsylvania social worker, began the concept of Mother's Day in order to memorialize her deceased mother in 1907. Ms. Jarvis refined the concept and fought for its national recognition in 1914 (thanks Wikipedia).
Mother's day is the hallmark for our undying love and appreciation for the sacrifices, joys, maternal bonds and fulfillment of motherhood. While capitalists attempt to replicate its spirit with candy, flowers, jewelry, amongst other material goods...at day's end, no matter how touching the material representation, a mother's love dwarfs any material gift one can possibly provide. Should you find a material item which provides that love, you might want to take a DNA test...or patent the item (might as well profit from the dysfunction).
Happy Mother's Day to my mother, and moms everywhere.
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