Mama? Meh.

Mommy? Once.

Mother? Barely.

Mom? It’s the only one left.

Long ago, I loved this special day.

I loved to give you gifts, hugs, and love.

It was the agreement we had- you and me.

We never said it was, but deep down we both knew.

We had a dynamic that worked.

Actions that were reciprocated.

The standard arrangement between a mother and her child.

The problem with a deal is when one party no longer adheres.

There’s been rules set in place for a reason.

When one starts to stagnate, everything crumbles.

As is evident by you.

Bit by bit, you let go.

First it was hugs.

Then it was the love.

The gifts are still given, though only out of obligation.

So you can lie and pretend that you’re doing right by me.

By all of us.

As a child, it’s easier to say Mamma.

Through the tears of my adolescence, I just wanted my Mommy.

When I needed my mother, the one who loves and comforts, she was nowhere to be found.

There’s only one left.

That’s why I call you Mom.

Mother's day, do you mean that's all? We only get one day for the 364 days we fall.

You see, we are the lonely soldiers that no one come back to retrieve. We work day in and day out working from our knees. We sacrifice our "nights out with the boys." But we exchange it for cookies and reading night with our pride and joys. One day for mother's is what you say? Well, treat us as Royalty on that special day! Because no other person will stand by your side and wipe your face when you fall or stop the tears that roll down your eyes. Only that women will come and make sure you have cover. Yes, she's the lady next door, the lady at the store, the lady at the

school, she's Your Mother!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY LADIES, You are loved!