The mother who gave birth to me, and the mother who gave birth to her. Today is supposed to be a happy day. Today is supposed to be filled with badly prepared breakfasts in bed, with flowers and cards and presents and love and people. 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.