The Real Meaning of Mother's Day

I am an internal optimist. Every holiday I think, maybe it will be different this year. Maybe I will get a thoughtful present that wasn’t purchased from what they call the “impulse buy” section of the convenience store on the day of the holiday.

Thank God for my mother...


She took my little buddy out earlier in the week and let him pick out a charm for my bracelet and made sure I had a card to open. They wrapped it up in polka-dot paper and even added a little purple flower on top. It was darling. They hid it in the armoire, and little Thee spent all week checking on it to make sure it was still there. He wouldn’t let me get within three feet of its hiding place in fear that the surprise would be ruined. God, I love my mother – and isn’t that what this whole day is about—loving and appreciating your mother? She always comes through. She always makes it all better – every time—no matter what. I love you mom, you are the best!