The REAL Mother's Day

My mom used to always take flowers to my grandmother on her own birthday. I always thought that was a nice idea, so, when I became an adult I did it too. It usually brought on my mother's tearful recollection of my birth story, her pregnancy, and a variety of stories of my childhood. I don't think it occured to me just how special it really was until I became a mother too. This last year, my oldest child turned five...and my husband, inspired by the flowers I send to my mom and his on our birthdays, took her to buy me flowers. She picked them out herself and when I saw it, I too burst into tears. My mind was filled with the joy of remembering all the little things about my pregnancy with her, the joy of her birth, and the humble pleasure I feel for being blessed with having her for a daughter. Mother's day, for me, is the day each one of my children came into my life.