The thing about Moms is everything. Because today, more than any other day of the year most likely, we take the time to think of our Moms and all that they are, mean and do and it is everything.
I know I've droned on and on about my Mom before; telling you how she's a saint on earth and how she's instantly loved by everyone she encounters or how her perfect heart is more compassionate, selfless, giving and kind than any other to come before or after it.
And I will tell you this again and again and again because, in many ways and for a plethora of reasons, to my siblings and to me, she is everything.
You know, it's been said by throngs of individuals far greater and a great deal more brilliant and eloquent than I for generations and even millennia what it means to be a mother.
It's been written in verse, sung in lyric, painted on canvass, heck, scrawled in icing atop cakes of every imaginable variety - and frankly exploited by greeting card companies for ages and still, it could never be said enough that our mothers are everything.
Because, whether it's a tissue for a runny nose, a bandage for a scraped knee, clean gym clothes at 2 a.m., a hand held in the middle of the afternoon, a phone call from the other side of the world or an embrace to console a broken heart - nobody delivers like Mom.
To be a mother means to be prouder than a peacock of a shellacked, gold-spray-painted sneaker; to be more overprotective than an angry Grizzly bear in times of threat; to be more terrified than a flea facing off against a hippopotamus as a new driver pulls away from home for the first time; to be happier than a laughing hyena on a graduation day and so on and so forth.
It means everything.
It means watching "Shrek" 87 times in a row if that's what it takes to get your 2-year-old to sleep.
It means watching your own heart obliterate into a million pieces when someone leaves your baby out of a sleepover party.
It means foregoing the tickets to your favorite musical - the ones you've been waiting 12 years to secure and that you paid $285 a piece for - to stay home and tend to your child's fever.
It means going without a meal, a new blouse, or even a much overdo hair coloring if your child needs even a penny.
It means feeling tremendous guilt over having to balance time between work and home.
It means filling out paperwork more confusing than the theory of quantum entanglement if that's what you must do to get your child registered for college.
It means loving someone else so deeply, completely, unconditionally and eternally than you ever knew any human possibly could.
It means everything.
You know, we Catholics, contrary to popular belief, don't worship the Blessed Mother Mary.
What we do, is pray to her for intervention on our behalf because we know she was the most pure, faultless and gentle woman and mother who ever was. She was, is and will ever remain everything.
And today, I ask her to bless my sweet and wonderful mother Arleen, as well as all of the mothers in my life - friends, relatives, colleagues or acquaintances- remarkable women who to someone, somewhere and in some way, are everything.
Many people cross our paths, make impressions on us and even touch us deeply. But at the end of the day, you only have one Mother.
Cherish her today - and always.
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and mother who loves her son and her own Mum more than life itself. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.