This Sunday is Mother’s Day. For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to celebrate mothers. I used to consider it a “Hallmark holiday.”

My sister and I normally wait until the last minute, pick up a gift certificate for a mani/pedi and take my mom to brunch. Hugs and kisses are given and a “Happy Mother’s Day” is shouted as we leave the restaurant.

This year, I plan to tell my mother how much I appreciate everything she has done for me the 38 years and acknowledge how much of herself she gave up or put on hold to do the most important, demanding and selfless job there is. It took me becoming a mother to realize this.

My daughter is two and half and quite a little piece of work. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess. I love her more than anything, but I will say that I have cried as much as I have laughed. The last couple years have been the most challenging and rewarding of my life.

A few months ago, I was having a particularly bad day and called my dear and wise friend who is a mother of three to ask if I was the only mom that wasn’t overjoyed and totally overwhelmed. She sent me the following blog entry.

I have it bookmarked and read this to remind myself to continue putting one foot in front of the other. It’s difficult and I’m struggling, but I am not failing.

Carry on, warriors.

Mayra Bacik CFO