Leading up to Mother’s Day, I thought about writing a post about the many blessings in my life, including my gorgeous 5-year-old daughter and my adoring, sexy hubby. After all, if you watch the Hallmark commercials, you’d believe that Mother’s Day is a day to celebrate, right?

But I did what I often do and decided to sit in meditation and let the Universe tell me what message would best serve the highest good of the Owning Pink community. And the day before Mother’s Day, I was led to write this tribute to childless Mommies, to honor all the women without children who give birth and mother in other ways. Then, on Mother’s Day, I wrote a love letter to every person for whom Mother’s Day is no cakewalk, particularly those whose mothers didn’t live up to the Hallmark fairytale.

And then on the day itself, I went up to Sonoma County to celebrate the day with my family. And when I got back to my computer that night, I was shocked to see that, in addition to many tender, touching, and heartfelt comments, one or more mean girls snuck in and decided to kick me in the gut.