The ongoing commercialization of holidays has ruined the true meaning of most. However, as capitalists, that’s something we’ve come to expect and accept. It remains with each family as to how a holiday is celebrated.

Mother’s Day in America was originally intended as a call to unite women against war after the American Civil War. President Woodrow Wilson declared the first national Mother’s Day in 1914, as a day to honor mothers of sons who had died in war. Obviously, today’s meaning of Mother’s Day has changed – and, it, too, has become subject to commercialization. Restaurateurs love it, as it’s the most popular day of the year to dine out at restaurants in America.

Personally, Mother’s Day has always been special. I was blessed with a mother who was loving, caring, giving, and understanding. She had a heart of gold. She mothered two sons, but was a “second Mom” to numerous friends. Her life was dedicated to her three men … my father, brother, and me.

As a child, I thought all families were close and loving. Needless to say, I was naive. As I grew older, I became more and more aware and thankful for my upbringing and, especially, my mother’s effort to ensure our family values. While my father was indeed the head of our family, it became very clear to me at an early age that Mom was the glue.

As I grew into manhood, she became more than my mother – she was my best friend. I remember countless times we sat alone at the kitchen table discussing life. I could talk with her about anything. She was the best listener and most understanding person I’ve ever met. Every day was Mother’s Day for me.

So as Mother’s Day approaches, be sure to make an extra effort to reach out to your mother – be she alive or gone – and tell her of your appreciation and love.

When my father passed away, our family traditions died with him. When my mother died…a piece of me died with her.

Mothers are forever.