“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” -- Abraham Lincoln

I remember several years ago, while tucking my sweet girls in one evening, them telling me that one of their favorite words was “Mommy”. I remember smiling bigger than I have ever smiled while squeezing their little faces tight. I have never felt more accomplished. I remember as a child sitting on my mother’s lap, pushing her face towards mine so I could stare at her loving smile as she read to me. It still warms my heart, like no other.

Mothers fill our hearts with an unconditional love and sanctuary that can never be duplicated. I often think of the centuries of soldiers dying on battlefields; calling out to their dear mothers for some last measure of peace in their dying last breaths. For at the end of the day, as beaten and melancholy one may be, our hearts are lightened knowing that at the very least, our mother still loves us. 

Mothers are human beings after all, and flawed like all people. I do believe it is a good thing; however, to put mothers on a well-deserved pedestal for their steadfast, deep devotion for their children. For a mother’s love is our first concrete base of unconditional love, as God gifted a mother’s love like his eternal love for us. It is indeed, like no other.

Whether your mother is alive here on earth or alive in your heart, let us celebrate and cherish our mothers, all mothers, always.