The best Mother's Day present, besides the sweet songs my children sing to me in the morning and the freshly gathered bouquets they bring to me in bed, is the memory of carrying each of them inside me. It is a gift I will never forget; an intimacy that cannot be broken.

In a more distant past... my own mother carrying me in her arms. And I know beyond a doubt that she felt the same love and intimacy with me.

And my nana before her ...

What is Mother's Day if not an expression of that which already is? Tribal love passed on and on - women of a same blood loving one another into the next generation, ultimately shoving their children off and away into the waters of their own lives... and watching them sail.