Did you ever watch that show Fantasy Island? I watched it religiously. For those of you who are too young to remember (sigh), the show portrayed tales of visitors to a customized resort island that would fulfill any fantasy requested. As a child, I used to dream up the most outrageous fantasies in my mind, the things I would wish for, things like candy houses with chocolate pools and toy stores where I could buy whatever I wanted with trampolines as beds, etc. You know, I was a kid, and therefore my fantasies centered around toys and food. Now I’m all grown up and I have a much simpler fantasy.

At this point in my life, I fear this fantasy will never become reality but I keep wishing and dreaming about it anyway. Perhaps you share in my little delusion – we’ll see.

In this fantasy, you’ll find me lying on the couch with a soft pillow, a down comforter wrapped around my pajama-clad body, with a little bell sitting on the coffee table in front of me. The television is parked on my favorite channel and I don’t have to go anywhere for the next 24 to 48 hours. The phone is off, the computer is not even invented yet, and no outsiders can invade my little piece of sick heaven.

Keep reading . . .  I’m just now getting to the good part of the fantasy. You see, every time I ring the little bell perched on the table in front of me, every single time I ring it, a lovely lady appears ready to fulfill my every need. Get your mind out of the gutter, people. This lovely person is not who you think. This lady is my mommy. My mommy who treats me like gold when I am sick. When I ring the bell, my mother comes over and brings me whatever I ask for – chicken soup, hot tea, a cold washcloth for my head, my favorite stuffed animal.  She is so sweet and kind and patient and makes my sick day feel a lot like a holiday.

I don’t have to go into work, I don’t have to pretend like I feel good, and my significant other isn’t acting like I’m faking. I’m a kid again and mom is there to nurse me back to health.

Oh, the joys of childhood. There are some days when I just want my mama. You know what I mean? Thinking about mom and all the countless ways she impacted my life for the better, and for the practical ways she raised me into the outstanding citizen that I am today, this fills me with neverending gratitude and thankfulness for that woman.

With Mother’s Day around the corner, I’m taking this moment to celebrate moms., mine and yours. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms who are reading this and if you’re not a mom, go find one and give them a big hug and a sincere thank you. After all, MOM’s ROCK!

Everybody knows that a good mother gives her children a feeling of trust and stability. She is their earth. She is the one they can count on for the things that matter most of all. She is their food and their bed and the extra blanket when it grows cold in the night; she is their warmth and their health and their shelter; she is the one they want to be near when they cry. She is the only person in the whole world in a whole lifetime who can be these things to her children. There is no substitute for her. Somehow even her clothes feel different to her children's hands from anybody else's clothes. Only to touch her skirt or her sleeve makes a troubled child feel better.
-Katharine Butler Hathaway