“The riches of the game are in the thrills, not the money.” – Ernie Banks
Heading to the Guyana VS Trinidad (can we still call them that?) game on Thursday, we were all hoping for an exciting game. The previous games, elsewhere, seemed to be missing that special oomph! that we’ve come to expect from T20 cricket. Especially Limacol CPL cricket!
Well, we clearly got much more than we bargained for that Thursday night. The game had us all out of our seats, falling on our knees praying, jumping into the air, biting our nails and screaming ourselves hoarse. And I really do mean hoarse: several cups of hot tea later at home, a few Strepsils and my throat still hasn’t recovered.
During the innings break there was an expectant, almost celebratory atmosphere – there was a nice parade with dancers and Tassa players and everyone was just milling about stretching from sitting down throughout Trinidad’s innings. We were sitting pretty – our bowlers dominated Trinidad’s batting and limited Trinidad to a paltry 118. The asking rate was under six runs per over! What could go wrong? Funny you asked. The answer was “plenty!”
Our wickets started tumbling like ninepins as soon as we went in – with each wicket like a sucker punch sending fans reeling into new depths of despair. When Simmons got out in the 10th over, it seemed like it might all be over. Six wickets down and 62 runs left to make? It seemed an almost impossible ask for Barnwell, and our bowlers. After all, at that point only one of our recognised batsmen had scored over 30!
But then Barnwell and Narine buckled down, taking singles and hitting the occasional boundary when opportunities presented themselves. And then hope (which I’m told, “beats eternal”) started to flutter. We started to believe we could WIN this thing. They were bringing us so close! And then we got to the 19th over- 16 off 12! And every fan in the stadium started chanting in unison: “War-ri-ors!” “War-ri-ors”!!
We took things down to the last man, the last over, the last ball and we scampered towards a Super Over. The moment Beaton and Permaul crossed their creases to make the two runs the crowd erupted. It was absolutely insane!
But then when we gave Narine just 11 runs to defend, worries started to creep in again – will it be enough? After all, Trinidad just had to defend 11 in that fateful last over as well!
But then the first ball Narine bowled was a dot ball! And the crowd exploded! And we kept cheering after Narine kept bowling perfect deliveries and the over ended up being a wicket maiden. It was absolute pandemonium after that final ball was bowled. Everyone was on their feet screaming, laughing, hugging and jumping up and down.
Strangers were embracing. Flags were being waved like crazy. Boys were thumping their chests proclaiming that Narine was their hero. Expectant mothers were screaming that they’ll name their firstborn “Sunil”. And people were demanding that the entire Guyana team be knighted. And I may be exaggerating – just a little bit.
But really, in that moment it felt as if we had just won a war, it was incredible.
As I write this, we’re about to head out to the Guyana VS St. Lucia game, so I have no idea yet what that game will bring. I remember the crushing sense of disappointment when St. Lucia beat us at home last year. I remember all too well the surge of enmity I felt towards Sammy and his Zouks.
Even now, as I write this, I’m frowning and fighting the urge to pummel something. So I’ll be going to this match hoping that we crush the Zouks into oblivion- maybe something like when Germany beat Brazil 7-1? I’d like that. I think looking at the FIFA World Cup this year has been a bad influence on me – I kept hoping for someone to tackle Badree to take him out of the game – I mean, his bowling figures were just too good.
I hope our top order gets their act together; so far our bowlers have been phenomenal as all-rounders ,but it’s time for our batmen to do their part.
“Rally, rally round the Amazon Warriors. Never say never. Pretty soon the runs are going to flow like water” – Adapted from David Rudder, “Rally Round the West Indies”
Cricket’s always been one of the things that has brought us together as Caribbean people – never mind that it’s the source of some of the fiercest arguments you can imagine. Now the Limacol CPL is back – and we’re all rallying around our Warriors to raise the Trophy this year. They’ve already won their first game, a game that had us all perched on the edges of our seats, cheering on our tail-enders to do the job our batsmen couldn’t.
One of the many things that I really like about this tournament is that some of our young, local cricketers are getting a chance to play. This opportunity will both give them a chance to experience what it’s like playing against International players and also a chance to shine and be recognised. With the other tournaments like the IPL, CLT20, and Australia’s Big Bash, there are so many new players that impress us who eventually make it onto the national team. Hopefully, the same will happen for the West Indies – we’ll discover some new talent to revive the current team.
With the Limacol CPL we’re rooting for our country – GUYANA! The Guyana Amazon Warriors are OUR TEAM!!! It’s Guyana versus Trinidad, or Guyana vs Barbados – not West Indies against the rest of the world. It’s a powerful thing, this nationalistic feeling – I’m getting chills just sitting down writing about it, remembering what it was like when our Warriors kept winning last year. It’s a whole new adrenaline rush when it’s your country’s team that wins. It’s your country’s flag that you’re waving; your country’s colours that the players are wearing; it’s you, the Guyanese people who are being represented. All within the Caribbean family of course!
In Guyana, we don’t have trouble ensuring sold-out matches with a jam-packed stadium, we’re always starved for more cricket. I’ll bet my bottom dollar this set of matches in the Limacol CPL will be the same. So it’s a wonder we got only three games this year and Grenada got three games as well – they don’t even have a Limacol CPL team!! As the camera panned around the Grenadian National Stadium during that first match, the number of empty seats was simply astounding. I couldn’t believe they chose to kick off the Limacol CPL in a country where the ‘fans’ didn’t even bother to show up. An empty stadium surely can’t be encouraging to the players.
But we Guyanese know that the Limacol CPL is a wonderful opportunity for families or friends to hang out together, to enjoy a sport that’s brought together so many generations of sports enthusiasts. And we’ll show up to cheer on our boys.
There’s this indescribable feeling of pride you get when you’re looking at your home team play. Never mind all of the players on the team aren’t Guyanese: they’re wearing our uniform, our colours, we feel that same sense of them being a part of our team, of being ours.
Another nice thing I have noticed about the LCPL, is that there are so many of the older West Indian players from the “golden age” of West Indian cricket getting involved, whether in coaching capacities or giving their inputs in other ways. It’s like three sets of West Indian players being brought together- the past, current and future.
So let’s wave our flags, let’s raise our glasses, and let’s lift our voices and shout, “Go Amazon Warriors!”
“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.” – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Tomorrow is the first Monday of July, the day we’ve set aside to celebrate Caribbean Unity! Last year I admitted to having some mixed feelings about what exactly it is that I should be dancing in the streets about, given that at the time Caribbean Airlines had been appointed our National Flag Carrier and yet was milking the Guyanese public for all we had (not exactly a step forward toward improving Caribbean unity, that).
But this year, our skies are positively chock- full of planes – and the law of supply and demand are pushing those fares so low, Guyana might be emptied this “summer”.
And then again, having spent a year on the Joyce Gibson Inniss Hall
of Residence among students from most of our Caribbean neighbours, I got a better perspective of how and why a unified Caribbean could be possible. And necessary.The thing is, we have so much in common, us and them.
There’s so much overlap with the food we cook, the music we listen to and the slangs we use. It was incredible to see that all of the kids from the different islands had a version of curry that they cooked- I must’ve seen at least five different ways of cooking curries. Naturally, the Guyanese way is the best way, but hey, I just might be just a tad biased.
It was interesting to find out the different names that different countries have for the same thing. For example, what we call “golden-apple”, Trinidadians call ‘pommecythere’ and “bora” becomes “bodi”. There was definitely some detailed descriptions and gesturing going on as we sought to get across some concept without being able to use the name that we normally referred to it as. But not too much.
Much of our first week was about getting to know the person as an individual and also getting to know about them culturally – literally “where they’re coming from”. Knowing a little more about their way of doing things and their outlook on things really went a far way in understanding them. For example, for someone who didn’t take the time to understand Bahamian culture, they might be surprised at their bluntness. But in truth, they just believe in telling things as they are- something I’ve very much come to respect. Really, I’d prefer for my friends to tell me directly if I have something stuck in my teeth or if whatever I’m saying isn’t making sense, rather than allowing me to look silly!
We had to get used to each other’s accents and ways of pronouncing words. It took me forever to realise that I need to mentally add in the letter ‘R’ to whatever words Trinidadians are saying since “Barney” becomes “Ba’ney” and “corner” becomes “co’nah”. I’ve become much more adept at doing that…I think. I’ve managed to significantly cut down on the time I spend looking at the other person with a dumbfounded expression on my face ,trying to process and interpret exactly what was said to me.
We all learnt so much about each other’s culture and I began to really understand the whole concept of Caribbean unity on not just an intellectual level, but on an emotional level. I mean, I always used to get emotional supporting our West Indian cricket team, alternating between weeping tears of joy and tears of anguish, but this past year I’ve managed to make personal connections with persons from the different Caribbean countries.
So even if our leaders can’t get it together to work with each other to build a better Caribbean, at least us, the common person can put aside everything to work together even in a competitive environment such as Med School. Last year was such a wonderful experience. I met so many diverse, interesting, kind and genuine persons. If I had the last year to do over, I wouldn’t change a thing (okay, maybe I would try harder to track down the Bravo brothers, but that’s about it).
Last Thursday, I attended my little brother’s graduation. (Incidentally, he isn’t so “little” any more: even though 14, at 5’ 8” he towers over me – and doesn’t let me forget it.) And it was so strange, seeing all of these kids whom I’d known when they were first form “babies” running around, now ready to graduate from 5th form.
But it was even stranger NOT sitting in the “student-half” of the auditorium, surrounded by my friends. Stranger in a strange land! This time, I was seated with the adults, wearing a dress instead of my QC uniform.
It was all so familiar but yet so very, very strange at the same time. Eerie. Somewhere in the back of my mind I kept expecting my old buddies to turn up and we’d all sit together like we did every Monday and Friday for seven years at assembly.
Walking around Queen’s, what struck me was that though most things seemed the sam, there were enough differences to give me pause. The auditorium was decorated differently than I’ve ever seen it before and even the chairs were different- seemingly small things that shouldn’t matter made an impression on me because I suspect I’d gotten used to seeing things pretty much the same way day after day for seven years.
But it was nice seeing the Class of 2014 graduate- another wave of QC students ready to tackle University, 6th form or the world of work. Ready to pursue their dreams. It took me back to my own Graduation. At every Graduation, two persons from each of the graduating classes (5th and 6th Formers) are selected to go up on stage to reflect on their time together as a class at QC.
I enjoyed listening to the reflections by the students as they remembered those moments that really meant something to them.
The recurrent theme woven through the reflections was that by the end of it all they’d become a family.
And now I’ve realised that there’s no avoiding it: I’ll definitely be one of those 50-something year olds who stop random QC children in Austin’s to chat about QC and to find about how E house is doing!!
I guess what I’m saying is that you can take the girl out of QC but you can’t take the QC out of the girl. No matter how old I get, stepping into that stuffy QC auditorium will always take me back to those days when I was a little schoolgirl with my hair neatly plaited with a ribbon.
Meeting certain teachers will always make me do a mental check to make sure I’m not breaking any rules (Am I walking on the right-hand side of the stairs?
Yes. I am. Good. Oh wait, I’m wearing nail polish. Oh no. Hang on, I’m an adult now, adults are allowed to paint their nails. Breathe, Stand straight, QC girls don’t slouch. You look fine, go say “Hi” now. “Oh Hi, Miss! How are you?”)
I was so proud to see my brother graduate on Thursday, all grown up and wearing the familiar black and gold gown. And it was nice to sing my old school song again.
And sing the old school song. And I’m getting all mushy again. Got to go!
“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.” – Jim Valvano
Today is Fathers’ Day, the day set aside to celebrate all of the fatherly figures in our lives. Kids all over the world will try to do whatever they can to make their fathers feel special.
Our Dads play a huge part in shaping the type of persons we eventually become. Apparently, my brother and I used to want to drink tea just like our Dad and read the newspapers. Never mind we were so little we’d hold the papers upside down.We were still ‘reading’. Dad used to read stories to us every night before bed, even “doing” all of the funny voices for the different characters. So it’s no wonder that my brother and I grew up with a love of reading.
Throughout my school-life whenever I had questions, I’d ask Dad and invariably he’d have the answer and was able to explain the concept to me in a way that I’d be able to understand. Even now in Med School I still ask Dad my questions whether over Skype or during the holidays.
For kids our Dad became a Superman-type figure who works, knows everything about anything, can fix our toys when they’re broken, fetch us off to bed when as toddlers we’d fall asleep on the couch and give us advice from experience at every step of our life.
But it shouldn’t take Father’s Day to remind you of how important your father is. Showing your dad that you care should be something that you do every day. It should come to you as naturally as breathing or as eating (after all, in many families, the father is the sole bread-winner of the family and is the reason that you actually have something to eat in the first place). So yes, of course you have to do something special for your dad today. But please don’t just post your gift in the mail, or make a quick phone call or send an e-mail to your father- that’s downright lazy! Take the gift in person, say ‘Happy Father’s Day’ in person.
Or better yet, cook a special meal for your dad or just spend some quality time catching up with him.
Happy Fathers’ Day!
“Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” Anon – Old nursery rhyme
It’s been happening for a while: girls have been outperforming boys in school at every level. For example, in QC there are more girls than boys- a clear indication that there are more girls who scored within that top 1% at NGSA.
Throughout High School, our Speech Nights were all heavily dominated by girls collecting the top prizes. Fast forward to CSEC and you’ll notice that the girls have been consistently topping not only the country, but the Caribbean as a whole. At the CAPE level, girls maintain their excellent scores and eventually get into the tertiary institutions of their choice.
So what’s going on? Are girls more driven than boys? But we know that much of what we’re “driven” to do is the result of socialization. So what has changed in the socialization process? Is society not ensuring that boys should also be high flyers as they were as recently as my father’s generation? I think so.
The imparting of education from nursery all the way to Med School where I now am is geared for passive learning. But at the same time, boys are socialized to feel they must not be passive. Shouldn’t we re-look at this element of pedagogy?
Are girls built smarter, with superior intellect? Well, all my scientific training up to now assures us that while there are definite physical and physiological differences in our brains, it does not impact on what we measure as “intelligence”. We’ll just have to get back into the socialization processes in the family, school, mandirs and be more conscious of where we made a wrong turn.
But in the end, whatever the reason for girls doing better than boys in school, the fact remains that it keeps happening. And when all of those girls who got better grades get into University and get their degree, they’ll be ready to enter the workforce and they’ll have the qualifications they need to be hired.
So we have girls who’re qualified to have ‘high-powered’ jobs; girls who are willing to do whatever it takes to have a successful career; girls who don’t have to be dependent on anyone for financial support. Soon, most of your doctors will be females, your lawyer will be a woman, and you might even elect a woman as President. Again.
So how will boys deal with a world where many females are dominating the jobs and roles that have so long been considered as masculine? The outburst of violence against females isn’t the answer. Keeping the glass ceilings to keep women subordinate isn’t going to work either.
Some religious bodies wax nostalgically about keeping women barefoot and pregnant. But even they know that if we’re all created equal in the eyes of God, we really must allow our potential to flower.
So we return to the question of socialization. It’s really not fair for our boys to have to conform to certain fixed patterns of being ‘manly’. If I had a son, who preferred to paint instead of playing rugby, would I make fun of him for not being manly enough? No. If my son cried when he was sad, would I tell him to stop and keep it all in because “real men” don’t cry? Nope.
But in our society today, there’s just so much pressure on both males and females to be what society wants you to be, instead of who you truly are.
And unless our boys start trying to give the girls a little bit of competition in schools, we might eventually see a reversal in roles and maybe shoot past an equalitarian society to a society completely dominated by women.
“The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
But old Nietzsche would’ve known that most youths don’t actually need anyone to “instruct” them to go with the crowd. Peer pressure’s always been around. No one specifically is actively pressuring us: we just feel pressured because we think, “Everyone else is doing it, why shouldn’t I?” For some people, the desire to just fit in is really powerful and they can end up doing things that they really wouldn’t have liked doing if left to their own devices.
And it’s not always huge things — like feeling pressured to use drugs — it can be things like choosing to only listen to the type of music your friends do, or to put off studying so you don’t look like you’re ‘trying too hard’ so you’ll be one of the ‘cool kids’.
And it’s a slippery slope. What started off as just putting off homework becomes not doing homework at all, and then leads to skipping classes. And then who knows what? Slinking off to the Princess cinema to look at the latest X-Men while CXC’s have to be written?
But the influences our peers have on us don’t always have to be negative. If we’re surrounded by classmates or co-workers with good work ethics, we could be influenced to adopt a similar work ethic. If we’re surrounded by people who are always striving to be better and to do better, we could be motivated to do as they do — to be better at whatever we want to be.
And “better” doesn’t have to be slogging at books — how’d you think I got to improve my sweep shot?
So maybe instead of surrounding ourselves with ‘slackers’, we need to choose our companions wisely, to choose people that can have a positive influence on us instead of those who might lead us down paths that might be bad for us. Meaning you’re not actualising the potential you’re born with. We call it “gunas”.
And we should also try to be positive influences to the people around us. There are always people who will look to you as an example of what should be done — your son or daughter, a younger sibling, even a friend. Hey! Think of it — you’re not only being influenced — you’re also influencing others. You’re a subject with agency and all that jazz.
So take the time to think about the type of person you want to be today, five years from now, and even 10 years from now. Then evaluate whether you’re that person now or if you’re even on the path to becoming that person. C’mon now…be honest.
It’s nice to make plans and to decide that you’ll start working on being that person next week or tomorrow. But the truth is you have to start right away, or as soon as possible. It’s no wonder that tomorrow never comes for some of us, because every day we’ll keep saying tomorrow.
Take a quiet moment to think about whether the things you do, or the things you want to do are things that you truly want or whether it’s what everybody else is doing. Don’t be afraid to flow against the tide, to be your own person, to captain your own destiny.
Go out and find your own music, find your own sense of style and read whatever books you enjoy. There’s a whole world out there to experience, so why limit yourself to only what everybody else is doing?
Start by picking friends that want to go in the same direction with you.
On May 26, 1966 our country became an independent nation. I was not even a gleam in my father’s eye! It was a great day for all Guyana, one of the most significant dates in our history.
On Independence Day, we got our very own Coat of Arms, our National Flag, National Bird and all of the other symbols that signalled the start of a new era for our fledgling state. We were finally masters of our fate and captains of our destiny and all that.
Apparently the celebrations began four days before the 26th and all the way until the 29th. And there was good reason for the extended celebrations. There’s something so very special about having your independence – whether it’s independence as a nation, or independence as an individual. And it was something that had been dreamt about for three centuries, through the vicissitudes of slavery and indentureship
Without fail, any narrative includes the hero/heroine being given advice by some wise, wizened figure. And independence was a narrative – one overcoming and redemption against unimaginable hardships and exploitation. Oftentimes, this advice is something along the lines of, “With great power comes great responsibility”.
And that can be directly applied to independence. Independence IS Power. With independence you have power to make your own decisions, to make your own choices, to decide your next steps all on your very own.
But sadly it is also ruefully accepted that, “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”. If being an independent entity is somewhat like having absolute power over your future decisions, there’s always the chance that we might lead ourselves or our country down corrupt paths with rather disastrous consequences.
And that’s where the great responsibility part comes in. You have a responsibility to yourself to be the best version of yourself. You have a responsibility to do right by your country. And if you’re in a leadership position, you’re responsible for putting your people first. Selfless service should be expected from our leaders and politicians.
After all, they’re the ones making decisions about our country’s future. It’s a pity really when so many of them turn out to be self-serving and only concerned with furthering their own interests.
But we’re a country full of free-thinking individuals – independent, free and intelligent – and young. So we don’t necessarily have to carry the baggage of history unquestioningly on our backs. We have the right to vote, so when the time comes, let’s make sure that we exercise that right and choose leaders that will do right by us and our country.
48 years ago, our future was spread out in front of us. People danced in the streets as the Union Jack was lowered and the Golden Arrowhead was raised. We had a vision for a happy and prosperous Guyana. So let’s remind ourselves about that future this Independence Day.
And let’s do our part as independent individuals to be better citizens, to help each other and to give our country a chance at a bright future.
Well, I‘ve been back home for just about a week. The euphoria still hasn’t worn off, but I can finally reflect on what my first year at Med School has been like. And that’s a whole lot to reflect on! So much has happened, so much has changed and yet, it feels like it’s all been only a few weeks rather than several months. Time doesn’t fly only when you’re having fun!
Did I miss home? Of course! Especially in my last month in Trinidad I missed home so badly, I started to pack away all of my things weeks in advance in anticipation of being back. But do I regret opting to study away from home in a different country? No, I most certainly don’t.
Before going off to UWI, I tried to do some reading to get a feel for what the whole “college-experience” might be like. Most of the pieces seemed to focus on giving age-old advice about the importance of making friends and having fun. But what I was looking for was more along the lines of a more personal account. Like I’ll be attempting to give now, I guess.
My first week on campus was interesting to say the least. As I think back on my first week, even my friends are like different people. I guess because by the time the year ended, I got to know some of them so well they ended up being so different from that first week.
While we have our individual rooms, I was lucky that I got two absolutely incredible flat-mates: Shereece from Trinidad and Christyn from The Bahamas. I’m not sure how I would’ve gotten through all of the trials and travails of my first year if I couldn’t crack jokes and laugh with them. I’m sure we’ll all remember our lengthy talks in our common kitchen for years to come.
That first month or so was such a transition. Here at home, my mom takes care of everything. She keeps me fed, clothed, makes sure I take my vitamins — she goes above and beyond as a mother. But in Trinidad, I had to do all of those things on my own.
My clothes no longer miraculously appeared freshly-laundered and folded in my drawers. I had to lug my overflowing laundry-basket down to the laundry area and decide whether that bright pink shirt might “run” and stain my lighter-coloured clothes and whether I just might be better off washing it with my dark clothes. Decisions! Decisions!
Now, I’m not complaining about those things. In fact, doing domestic chores was sometimes a welcome change from the grind of imbibing every fact about, say, the stomach. It was actually quite pleasant to just let my mind wander as I folded clothes or swept my room.
Domestic bliss? Hardly. But I leant so much from having to juggle domestic chores and school-work. I had to manage my time better to make sure I could do it all. I had to learn to wake up insanely early to try to get to a washing machine before they all got occupied.
I learnt that I really despise washing dishes. I learnt that spaghetti sauce really splatters everywhere and that I probably shouldn’t heat it up in a pan whilst wearing a pristine white shirt.
My vacation has started and I’m home just in time for Mother’s Day! I missed out on celebrating my mom’s birthday with her, since I was stuck in Trinidad grinding out my finals. So I’m pleased as Punch at least I’ll be able to spend Mother’s Day with her. It’ll be nice to get back in to the kitchen with my mom, trying new dishes and trying to learn all (some?) of her special techniques she uses to give food her unique flavour (and flair!).
Today, kids all over the world will try to do whatever they can to make their mothers feel special. Some will give their mother flowers or cards. Some might even prepare a home-cooked meal, or take their mom out for dinner. I think I’ll be trying my hand at preparing a meal.
When Mother’s Day became a recognised holiday in the US in 1914, it quickly spread to the rest of the world. And just as quickly, by the 1920’s it had become as commercialised as any other holiday.
But why should you only honour your mother on the second Sunday of May? It’s just a date chosen arbitrarily. It could’ve been any other date or better yet, it doesn’t just have to be one date. Why can’t people show their love for their mother every day? Or rather, why don’t they?
Your mother should be important enough to you that you would have no problem with showing her that you love her every day – whether you want to show your love by just saying ‘I love you’ or by showering her with gifts, it’s your prerogative. Be spontaneous; show your love every day in all of the little ways that count much, much more.
You wouldn’t even exist if not for your mother. With it becoming more accepted for females to have abortions or to be on birth control, your mother could’ve just as easily decided she didn’t want to have to deal with a noisy, cantankerous kid. She could’ve decided that she wanted to be some high-powered executive, completely focused on her career, caring about nothing but her job. But she didn’t. She decided to have you.
So let’s hear it for those wonderful women who had to put up with our wailing in the middle of the night as babies, our whining about going to school, our teenage angst, and everything else. The women who all too often are our shoulders to cry on, the persons we share our hopes and fears with, the persons who worry about us more than we ever worry about ourselves.
And when we become mothers, we often pattern our behaviour after our own mothers. And my mom has certainly set the bar pretty high – 10 years from now I’ll have some big shoes to fill. But the good thing is that your mom would be there to help you get through your own journey through motherhood. She’ll teach you how to hold your newborn child and of course she’ll spoil your kids rotten so they’re always more excited to see their grandmother than you.
And this Mother’s Day isn’t just limited to celebrating your biological mother. It’s a time to honour all of those great women who were mothers to you, who at some point treated you like you were their own child.
And even though you should be showing your love every day, it IS a nice gesture to go that extra mile on Mother’s Day.