Memories are all I have left of my mother, we lost her at a very young age, when I was 13, and my brother was only 6. Not a single day goes by when I don't think of her. My day starts off by looking at her picture first thing in the morning. She gives me strength, though she is not with me physically.....and I know in my heart, that I am where I am today, just because of her. She was a talented individual, with a beautiful name- Shridevi and a Devi she was, indeed. When my father and I catch up over tea or lunch(he lives right up the street from me), there is never a day that we don't talk about her and our memories of her.....sometimes, she comes to us in our dreams, sometimes- I get a whiff of her signature perfume- Coco Chanel, other times we just look at old photographs..this is our way of coping with the greatest loss in our lives.
I don't want to say too much.....but for me, Mother's day didn't mean that much to me until I became one four years ago...and I have realized that the greatest and the purest love of all is between a parent and a child. Nothing else comes even close.
I wish you ALL a Happy Mother's day and especially to my Stepmother( I HATE that word)- Sudha, who is a Godsend,and treats my children as her own, my DaxaFoi- my aunt who was our pillar, she moved her family from England to take care of us all during our rough times,and of course, to my mother in law, Padma, who, treats me like a daughter than a "bahu" of the house.
Take care of yourselves for your children, and your mother figures in your lives. This life is too short for Petty differences- it really is.