Mother’s Day has arrived. It’s one of those days of the year during which corporate America tries to convince us that showing appreciation, affection and love is as simple as buying a gift. They told us the same thing about birthdays, Christmas and Valentines, and for those days we’ve almost come to believe the hype.
Mother’s Day is different. Today isn’t about a boss or a sibling or a significant other. The debt we owe our mother extends far beyond a financial obligation or a mutual feeling of appreciation. Our morals, our personality, our development, our very life was formed inside of that woman we call Mom.
As the years go by, I feel less and less adequate to approach the topic of motherhood. My words, no matter how eloquent, how beautiful or emotional, always fall short. Perhaps I over-complicate things. What I’m trying to say is quite simple.
I love you, Mom.
I wasn’t able to make it home for Mothers Day, and I’m not very excited about that. It’s the first time in my 23 years that I haven’t been able to give my mother a hug as I wished her a Happy Mother’s Day. It’s amazing how the little things in life aren’t so little, after all. Thanks for reading, and God bless mothers!