I always thought that Mother's day was kind of corny. As a child I took joy in going with my dad to the drug store to pick out a little something for my mommy and making her cards. Then I became a mother and I realized the truth...mother's day isn't about the gifts or cards...it's about the love. It's about acknowledging how far you've come and how much work you've done. It's about trying to spend one day marveling in the fact that you really are doing it. And...it's about laughing about the moments you really didn't pull it off well.
Now that I'm a mommy I appreciate my Mom even more. She's an excellent Nana good at all the bad things...spoiling, giving sips of forbidden foods, silly songs, whispered secrets and shared messes. And she's still a great mom...talking me off the cliff when I come in from the garage to find my child has dumped all the freshly folded laundry on the floor, stolen my soda...sat in the laundry basket and is now shushing me because she's trying to watch a movie when I start freaking out.
So maybe a little part of mother's day is wondering what parts of your mother you'll have when you get old enough to become a grandmother.