Everywhere I turn, I notice the promotions for this upcoming Mother's Day. They arrive as flyers in my home, ads in the newspaper, commercials on television and radio, and on signage in retail locations. I have always enjoyed celebrating this special day, without much fanfare but always with sincerity. To commemorate my first Mother's Day in 1982, a beautiful card arrived in the mail from my best friend, who is also my oldest daughter's godmother. What a simple but thoughtful gesture. Over the years, there have been homemade brunches, flowers, drawings, cards, and occasional small gifts. Being a mother continually challenges me to dig deep and as a result, I become a stronger, more compassionate, and courageous human being. Throughout this past week, I have once again been given the opportunity to practice staying focused on now. When my mind begins to drift ahead and think about this coming Mother's Day without my son, I become anxious, overwhelmingly sad, and feel a hole in my heart. On Sunday I will be sharing dinner with my family, lovingly prepared by my daughters and their husbands, and for that I am so very grateful. I am still my son's mother, I will always be his mother, and all the experiences of these past twenty nine years of being a mother will help me celebrate this first Mother's Day without him the best I can.