Sunday is Mother's Day.

I think it's highly appropriate that mothers have a day. They deserve it.

I consider myself fortunate to have three great moms in my life - my mother, my wife and my mother-in-law.

All three of them are wonderful people.

My mother is one of the kindest people I know. She can be firm when she needs to, but she's really a softie deep down. She spends a great deal of her time helping others. It's what seems to make her happiest.

You know the stereotype about the overbearing mother-in-law? Nothing could be further from the truth in my case. My mother-in-law is humble, sweet and caring.

Both of these women are in their 80s. They're octogenarians. I lovingly refer to them as "the octos."

Then there's my wife, Mary. Sometimes I think our kids don't realize how good they have it. They couldn't have asked for a better mother.

Just this week, our son came home from college for the summer. You should have seen the twinkle in Mary's eyes.

She took a vacation day. She spent the day "nesting." Cleaning his room. Putting everything in its place. Making sure everything was just right for his arrival.

Our daughter graduates from high school this year. Mary has been combing the Internet, shopping for all the right favors and decorations for the open house she's planning.

That's the way it's always been with Mary. She gives selflessly for her children.

So happy Mother's Day Mary, Betty and Mary.

Here's a little story, in honor of you and all the other wonderful mothers out there.

John had been on the road visiting clients for more than three weeks. He couldn't wait to get back to Ohio to see his wife and children. It was coming up on Mother's Day, and he usually tried to make it "back home", but this year he was just too tired. He was in a small town just outside of Little Rock when he drove by a flower shop. He said to himself, "I know what I will do, I'll send Mom some roses."

He went into the small shop and saw a young man talking to the clerk. "How many roses can I get for $6, ma'am?" the boy asked. The clerk was trying to explain that roses were expensive. Maybe the young man would be happy with carnations.

"No. I have to have roses," he said. "My mom was sick so much last year and I didn't get to spend much time with her. I want to get something special. It has to be red roses, 'cause that's her favorite." He was emphatic.

The clerk looked up at John and was just shaking her head. Something inside of John was touched by the boy's voice. He wanted to get those roses so bad. John had been blessed in his business, and he looked at the clerk and silently mouthed that he would pay for the boy's roses.

The clerk looked at the young man and said, "Okay, I will give you a dozen red roses for your $6." The young man almost jumped into the air. He took the flowers and ran from the store. It was worth the extra $35 just to see that kind of excitement.

John ordered his own flowers and had the clerk be sure that delivery would include a note telling his mother how much he loved her. As he drove away from the shop, he was feeling very good. He caught a light about two blocks from the shop. As he waited at the light, he saw the young boy walking down the sidewalk.

He watched him cross the street and enter a park through two huge gates. Suddenly, he realized it wasn't a park. It was a cemetery.

The light changed, and John slowly crossed the intersection. He pulled over and on an impulse got out and began to follow the boy. John was on the sidewalk, 30 or 40 steps behind the boy, who walked inside the cemetery fence.

The young man stopped by a small monument and went to his knees. He carefully laid the roses on the grave and began to sob. John felt like an intruder but he couldn't leave. He stared at the little boy's heaving body and listened to his muted crying.

As he cried, he heard the young man speak, "Mommy, why didn't I tell you how much I love you? Why didn't I tell you one more time? Jesus, please, find my Mommy. Tell my Mommy I love her."

John turned, tears in his eyes, and walked back to his car. He drove quickly to the florist and told her he would take the flowers personally. He wanted to be sure and tell his Mother one more time just how much he loved her.

Sunday is Mother's Day. Let your wife, your mom, your mother-in-law know how important they are to you. If you can visit, visit.

If you can't visit, give 'em a call. If you're lucky enough to still have your Mother, take the time to let her know how much you love her.

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