I hated Mother's Day. I lied to classmates when they asked me what I was buying my mother for the holiday. That shame for being a motherless child shadowed me into adulthood. That shame drove me to seek out other women who were without their mothers. It caused me to value my grandmother with an increasing passion.
Every woman needs a mother.
In 1991 I gave birth to my son and became a mother. Today he is eight years old. He has had me longer than I had my mother. Watching my son grow up, I realize how very young I was when I lost my mother. My son is but a child.