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She’s the first person you see. You’re fortunate, too, because in your life, you will never know someone who cares for you this deeply from the second you arrive. In fact, she was caring for you for months before you even showed up. Everything she ate, every hour she slept, everything she DIDN’T do for many months was all based on making sure you were OK on the day you did decide to show up.
Oh, and when you did show up, it was no picnic. You emerged from her fully baked (in most cases), a full-grown infant opening your eyes for the first time, and as you shook and shuddered awake, that familiar tone and scent and sound of her came to your nose and ears and calmed you down. She wasn’t even mad at you for all the pain she had just endured as she held you close that first day.
Famous poets have written about her, and all of us took a stab at writing the perfect Mother’s Day verse in our grade-school scrawls. Sons like Paul Harvey gave homage in his famous radio essays, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy mentioned with a smile, now and then, that his mother strongly suggested he get a fresh haircut before going on television or giving an important speech. That’s what mothers do.