Mother’s Day has never been about being a mother to me. Sure, I relish in the eggy brunch, the greeting cards adorned with x’s and o’s, fragrant flower arrangements, and handmade macaroni necklaces as much as any mom, but the day has always been more about being a daughter. I can remember many Mother’s Days I’ve celebrated for my mom yet, rarely can tell you about any Father’s Days. Maybe that’s because, as we like to tease my husband, every day is father’s day, and only one day is set aside to recognize the one person who spends the other days recognizing and celebrating us.






