We celebrate Mother's day here in the US every second sunday of May. And today is that day. Forget buying the flowers or making a special meal for me. Nobody in my family even remembers to say, “ Happy Mother’s Day .” And honestly, that’s okay. Years ago, I taught my children that love is not something meant for just one day on the calendar. We always believed that every day is special, and somewhere along the way, they truly embraced that philosophy. Because to me, every day becomes Mother’s Day when my children are kind to one another and to the people around them. Every day is Mother’s Day when they make sure no one feels left behind. Every day is Mother’s Day when they offer a helping hand to someone who needs it. And I know they do all of those things. So how can I measure motherhood by bouquets, brunches, or greeting cards when the real reward is watching your children grow into compassionate human beings? That was the gift all along. Those v...