Every mother's day, I am surrounded by this perplexing thought, what should I do to make her day special.
I can make breakfast, write a poem for her, take her out for dinner, or maybe buy something for her; this will make her happy.

But as much as I think of it, I realise nothing more or less can be enough for the love and warmth she gives me every single day.
And just a few things done for a day would not suffice to reciprocate it in an equal amount.
I eventually decided to pen down my thoughts and everything I wanted to tell her to let her know how grateful I was for her presence in my life.
She will read it and love it, but at that moment, I realised how rare it is. Barely do I tell her that I am grateful.

She would have wanted to hear it more, not a penned down appreciation but an acknowledgement of everything she does.
Thanking her for remembering what I would like to eat in the morning, thanking her for never forgetting to ask me if I haven't reached home on time, thanking her for checking on me whenever she felt something was wrong and most importantly, thanking her for being that epitome of ideal and unconditional love.
I think motherhood is ineffable, and every day should be celebrated to show the reverence and love we have for our mothers.