Today is Mother’s Day.
Let that sink in for a moment. That’s right. Today is the day you tell your Mom how much you care.
In truth every day is Mother’s Day, but today, her birthday, and Christmas are the only three days of the year where you are expected to show your love and appreciation for the lifetime of good things your mother has done for you. Have you made the call yet? Is there a card in the mail, or flowers on their way to her doorstep? Can you stop by for a visit?
Think of all the things your mother has done for you, from your birth right up until this moment. You have a debt to her that can never be repaid, only acknowledged, and today is the day that you let her know how much you appreciate everything she’s done for you.
My mother’s name is Paulette, and I would lay some claim to her being the best mother in the world. She raised my sister and I to know right from wrong. She supports us in everything we do. She’s always there to offer advice or encouragement. She’s a sounding board for our worries, and she’s always on our side when we’re in trouble. I know that doesn’t make her unique, but it does make her remarkable, and today is a day to celebrate everything she’s done for us.
For twenty-seven years now, her children have been her life. She carried us each for nine months, and then delivered us into a world she has done her very best to make safe for us. When we were sick, she took care of us. When we were hungry, she fed us. When we needed to learn, she taught us. She worried over us even when we did not see the dangers, and she loved us even when we tried her patience. Her cross words guided us to be better, and her kind words fall upon our heads like gentle manna from Heaven. Society makes a point of celebrating its artists, and my mother is an artist of incredible talent and dedication: Her medium is her children. She has moulded and sculpted us into human beings, and that’s a life-long commitment that she entered into gladly.
My sister and I are adults now in our own right, but our accomplishments are hers, because she made us the people that we are. Although we may be separated by hundreds of kilometers, she is always with us. The bond between mother and child is stronger than anything else in nature, and my sister and I are blessed that our relationship with our mother is so full of goodness and love. Some people clash with their parents as they mature, but no rift has ever formed between us that has not been bridged thanks to her kindness, her selflessness, and her love.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. We love you very much. I’ll be at the finish line of your marathon next weekend with a bouquet of flowers!
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For my other readers, just in case my words have failed to move you to call your own mothers on this very special day, I’ve got a message for you from that champion of all that is right and proper, Mr. T.
I can assure you, he’d pity the fool who doesn’t treat his mother right, although what he does to this music video is a completely different story…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there, wherever you are in the world. To all their children, call home and show you care. Cheers!