Sure, it's a Hallmark holiday, and sure, it's an opportunity for the retailers of the world to lure people, particularly men, into their stores and showrooms, and sure, it's exploited by clergy and politician alike, but Mother's Day remains a good day.  Whether we have good or bad memories of our mothers (or perhaps a mix), we must admit that without our mothers, we would not be here, would not have found life, would not have tasted the marvels of existence.  If our mother genuinely loved us, so much the better, for we learned early on that the world is indeed a good place, and that life is indeed an adventure worth pursuing.  For those for whom the opposite was true, I'm sorry, deeply sorry.  Life was likely not as pretty.  In fact, it may have been inordinately cruel.  And I hope and trust that as you have spun out your life, you have found healing and remedy, that you have found that even if your mother did not seem to love you, other people do. And I hope that you have learned that God loves you, too.
     The sacrifices a mother makes for her children mirror the sacrifices that God makes for us every day, the endless effort he makes to ensure that despite the brokenness of the world, we, humanity, endures.  The love of a mother for her children reflects the heart of God working through every corner of the cosmos.  In a mother's unconditional love, we see the selfless love of God.  Good or evil, sinner or saint, he loves us all, blessing us with everything we need to flourish on this remarkable planet.  Like a mother, God never forgets those whom he made.
     Nor like good children, should we forget him.  We may disagree with God, we may hate God, or we may love everything about him.  But never should we forget about him. On this Mother's Day, we do well to remember that, as forgetfulness is not the nature of the universe, for everything that is has been built upon everything that has been, to therefore forget our mothers or, worse, to forget God, is to forget ourselves.
     Enjoy existence!