OK, ya big bunch of lugnuts, make sure you hug your mother today, or if you’re not near, give her a call. And if your mother is up in heaven, as mine is, say a prayer. 

And if your SO is a mother, make sure she too has a good day. 

Feel free to share a story that typifies your mother. I’ll start. My mother, unlike her mother, hated to sew. However, not long after she became a secretary at an elementary school that was in a poor neighborhood, she, unbeknownst to us, took up sewing. Turns out she saw a lot of kids in old and torn clothes and she told the kids she could fix their clothes. But none of us knew about until many years afterward. She would do it after my brother and I went to bed and before my Dad got home (he worked 2nd shift). When we found out, her only response was that she thought of herself as a second mother to the kids in school and you do whatever you can for your kids. No big deal.