Another Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day means a great many things, to a great many people. I’ll never forget a Mother’s Day I once spent in L.A. at the Venice Beach Farmer’s Market – it was full of beautiful American men wishing every woman in sight a “Happy Mother’s Day!” in the warm and gregarious way only Americans can – I was clearly not a mother (very much a young hungover backpacker), but I realised then that Mother’s Day means something to all women. And as the years have gone on, certainly since becoming a Mother myself, I realise this more and more so: for it is all of us women who are the mother’s of this earth. Continue reading