How wonderful to have Mother's Day in May, when so many flowers are in bloom.
I may sometimes wonder where I end and where my garden begins. But I never wonder where I end and motherhood begins. For once you are a mother, the love of that child never leaves you. Not when he leaves the womb. Not when he leaves the home. And God forbid, not if the child leaves this earth before either parents does.
Sometime, instead of fathers and children celebrating their mothers, I think we mothers ought to be celebrating fathers and children. Pull out all the stops and let them know how much they mean to us. Without them, there would be no Mother's Day.