Everyone has a mother, everyone was born from someone. Every person you meet is someone else's baby, and was once cradled in the loving arms of Mother. Today is for Mothers. Mothers everywhere, in every country, no matter what their age, their race, their orientation. Today is bittersweet, because Gramma isn't here with us.
Today is filled with love, with flowers and cards and presents and breakfast.
Today I am here, because of my mothers. Some people never know their mothers. Some people have grown away from their mothers. Some people consider themselves to be without a mother. I am not one of those people.