One hecka of a mothers day gift.

It's mother's day, the day of commercial glee, where more cards are purchased then any other occasion. The day we all rush out to purchase a gift worthy of the woman who gave us life or has loved us, taught all right from wrong, and nourished our bodies, minds and souls. On occasion cleansed our mouths for repeating the wonderful words we'd learned, usually from another parent.

My daughter has always been an especially loving child, always says the right things at the right time and shows her caring heart with most of her actions.

She wrote me a poem today, the front decorated with beads and flowers and the back said”

How Much I Love you – by Meghan

You are sweeter than candy, that is very true I am handing out some love, and it all belongs to you You are prettier than a rose, you smell better too How many people are like you… I’d say very few.

Beat that Hallmark.

As for my son, he burst into the house Saturday afternoon after shopping with Scotty (my fiancé, I call him Scott but the kids have added the “y”).

An excited “MAMA” as his runners stomp up the stairs to find me. I turned the corner and there he is, standing midway up the stairs, his grin barely visible behind the humongous bouquet of flowers in his arms.

Thrusting his offering forward to me he says “Mama, now will you marry me?”

I told him I was already his forever.

Almost every day of the year I end the day feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and bewildered. This weekend I was reminded that my children are worth every single one of the hours I spend making sure they are well cared for.

I also realize that motherhood is the most difficult, gruelling, REWARDING job on the planet. So to all you mothers out there, Kudos to you. You have magic kisses that can kiss away so many ouwies, fears and bad dreams. You have a hug that can bolster spirits and calm nerves. You are not perfect and that is just okay because love or life or humanity is not perfect. Not all of you gave birth to the children that have become yours and because of the inspiration of some of these women I realize giving birth isn’t what defines you as a mother; it’s the love, care and attention that you devote to that child. It’s what you teach them and how you talk to them or sometimes more importantly, listen.

I am proud to be a mother. I am proud to be a part of the sisterhood of mothers. All of you should remember if you have an especially bad day how incredible you all are for the love you give.

My children teach me so very often, that love is just that. Love. It doesn’t have to cost a cent or be displayed in a fancy package. It’s a smile on my son’s face when he tells me he’s gonna keep me. It’s the hug from my daughter when I’m feeling my worst. It’s the simple things we sometimes forget in this crazy world.

So love. And thank you.