I LOVE Mother’s Day.  Not because of the gifts or flowers, but because everyone is thinking about their mom!  They’re remembering her. Chuckling about her, musing about her, maybe visiting a little nostalgia about her.

You know what cracks me up?  Whenever we watch football (usually sometime on or around the Superbowl when we get caught up in the fever), we’re always blown away by the size of some of those guys on the field.  They’re enormous, from head to toe.  And we always get a giggle out of saying, “Somewhere that guy has some tiny little mama that he goes and visits, reaches down and tenderly hugs, and says, “Hi Mama.”  And then maybe, “What’s for dinner?”

And for all of his days growing up, even when he was towering over her in his teen years, she still had the power to say…”Uh uh uh!  You get back in this house and pick up your room before you go out and throw that football, young man.”  And he knew he had to obey.

Why is this so sweet to me?  I have no idea.  There’s just something so special about the role of a mother.  The bond with her children is like nothing else.  Even the bad guys in the movies can’t insult each other’s mom without starting a cage fight.  It’s unthinkable not to defend one’s mother.

So to all the sweet mamas out there… Enjoy your glorious day!  You are helping shape this world.  And we’re all thinking about you.