Everybody has a mother. You can’t say that about very many things.
Everybody has a witness. She was the first. Other than a doctor or a midwife, she was there. She was a first witness to the miracle. The first to see you crown, and be crowned, with life.
One day there wasn’t you, and the next day there was. And every day since she has shared in the miracle. She knows. Like no other, she knows.
For nine months – somewhat less for some – the miracle formed inside her. They are well acquainted – she, and the miracle. She has things she’s not telling, not because she doesn’t want to, but because she can’t. There are no words for what she knows.
Lots of mothers play dumb. They act like they don’t know when they do. (Mine was like this. Like she could never get a joke, even if you explained it to her. She ruined more jokes this way.) I knew she was faking all along. It’s the only way she can cope with the volume of information she has on us.
Makes no difference if she’s here or if she’s not, because she’s always with you. So honor her if she’s here, and honor her if she’s not. Either way, it still counts.
John Fischer The Catch 
I guarantee that every mom who reads this post will be in tears…..I was. You so succinctly described the heart of a mother. Thank you for reminding all moms of the supreme privilege and joy they possess in being a Mom.
What you have said is special and true. However, I am a mom, one of the greatest blessings of my life. But I did not give birth to my son. No, I was not there when he drew his first breath, but I am grateful to the woman who did carry him and give him life…but she did not want him. Bless those of us too who have been ‘mom’ in every other way and would not trade it for anything!
I too am an adoptive mother–but I would never want my children to think the birth mother didn’t want them. I told them that she couldn’t keep them for some reason unknown to me. I once visited with a young woman the day after she released her child for adoption. She was grieving and I am sure she still is. My children are 51, 49, and 39. They came to me before the days of open adoptions. I often think of those birth mothers who gave me the gift of children, and I would be surprised if they were not still grieving.
Every day I thank the Lord for the mother he gave me, she is such a blessing. And each day I am also greatful that he picked me to be “Mom” to my three children, also a blessing. I am in awe at how lucky I am to be so blessed. So to all Mom’s out there, I hope you have a wonderful day.