Mother's Day is bitter-sweet for me: my mother died about fifteen years ago just after her 65th birthday. In this way (not having a mother on Mothers Day), I think Mothers Day is bitter-sweet for many of us. I have a couple of "motherless" friends. We used to get together every Mothers Day for brunch to remember our mothers. We haven't done that in a long time--we've all remarried, some have had grandchildren, in other words, we've gotten busy. None of us, though, had perfect mothers. None of us had June Cleaver type mothers, or Hallmark Card relationships with our moms. The relationships were as complicated as we were and our mothers too. But we all missed our mothers every day.
So happy Mothers Day, Mama. I miss you every day. And happy Mother's Day to all of you who are "motherless" on this day too.