Mothers Day

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!