Mothers Day

Yeah, so i understand that Mothers Day is, like so many other things in life, just an over commercialized thing, thrown in are faces for weeks in advance in a desperate attempt to make us buy stuff, and buy it now!
But, that doesn't mean that the deep meaning of it has to be completely lost to us.
Its bad that we have to be forced to do it, its bad that its can't just be allowed to be a spontaneous thing, but we should appreciate people that give us so much.
I know its not true for everyone, I know not all mothers are wonderful. But that just makes the good ones even more special.
Soppy as it is, my mum is special, shes brilliant and so to me, despite the sillyness of mothers day I like the opportunity to say so.
I realize I've been quoting alot recently but this is my mums favorite poem so I think its worth using, after all, the things you love show the person you are.

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.