For the older single woman, you may wonder if you'll ever have your own family, so the day can be a reminder of your insecurities.
If you're married and haven't yet been able to have children, it sometimes serves as a reminder of the monthly anguish that feeds your fears.
For the young mother surrounded by the demands of little ones (and frequently full-time jobs--as though mothering isn't a full-time job), it may be a day when you have to put on a pretty face that doesn't always match the internal feelings of perpetual fatigue and inadequacy.
When you're the mother of teens it can be a plea that they will get along, just for today, so your home will be peaceful.
The mother of children grown with children of their own has the opportunity to watch her own daughters struggle with doubts and fears, wondering where the years went.
We women so often struggle with the image of this heavenly, perfect "mother" who is always even tempered and patient. The woman who is always graceful under stress, refined in speech and manner. Classy.
Yet the reality is we're just women. Doing our best for our children.
Where does that woman on the pedestal come from? Because she never lived in my house. I think it comes because children are so forgiving. They forgive and forget, remembering and cherishing the fond memories.
There's a lot we can learn from children.
And remember this: grandchildren are your reward for not killing your children.