There are two camps of thought on Mother's Day: those that want to be showered with affection, validation, appreciation, and worship and those that use the day to appreciate their children.
I don't mean to make the first one sound bad at all. I want those things too, but really I feel an overwhelming affection and appreciation for my children on Mother's Day.
What I thought about this Mother's Day: Being a mother is the hardest assignment I've ever been given but I don't expect my children to ever understand this. I am fine with them thinking that being their mother should be easy, because it should be if I was perfect. In reality, it's not easy at all. Being a mother stretches me and makes me grow in ways I never thought possible (kind of like how your muscles feel after the first time snowboarding...what!? I didn't even know I had muscles in those places!). After particularly hard times I realize I am smarter, stronger, better, wiser, and closer to perfect than I was before the hard times.
Being a mother is a gift for two main reasons: children's laugher and happiness and hugs and kisses are better than money, chocolate/cheesecake, big houses, fancy cars, or pretty much anything; and being a mother makes me a better version of myself every single minute of every single day.
Moreover, I am in the second camp of thought. Mother's Day should bring me a bit of relaxation, nice words, and maybe a gift or two but really I will always be celebrating my children that day.