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Mother’s Day has always been a special day for me. I have a lot of wonderful women to look up to and appreciate—my mom, my aunts (one of whom doubles as my godmother), my grandma, as well as my mother-in-law, my boys’ aunts, and my fellow mamas.
Needless to say, the day has become special to me in a different way since I joined the ranks of motherhood. It’s a day I get to look around at my family and see how God has worked through John, Jacob, Ethan, and Henry to continue to mold me into the woman He needs me to be. I love this day for that reason. It’s such an important time of reflection for me, almost like a mini-retreat.
And yet, there is something about the day that I just can’t get past: it’s Mother’s Day, not Mothers’ Day. Day of one mother, rather than many. Why is this? Why not Mothers’ Day? Doesn’t that make more sense?
Can someone explain this to me, please? It would make this year’s celebration a lot less stressful.
If there is no explanation, and the general public will not be moved, John has offered another solution:
Mother Appreciation Day
Respect Your Mother Day
Who needs apostrophes anyway?
It’s still about a week early, and it may not look good on a greeting card, but . . . Happy Respect Your Mother Day!