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Tomorrow is the big day for most mothers here in America. Cards and flowers are flowing out the doors of flower and gift shops around the country. Online florists have been busy all week long ringing up the sales on Mother’s Day items. There will be no exception with my mom. I’ll even be honoring her on the Jared and Dean Radio Show tomorrow!

Yet, there is one day that stands out above the rest of the days just for my mom. This is a day not marked by sales at Macy’s or discount coupons at 1800flowers.com. It doesn’t come with all the same fanfare as the big national Mother’s Day. This day sit right in the middle of September (the 12th to be exact). It’s my birthday, and the real star of MY birthday was my mom!

I can look forward to turning my proverbial calendar each year because it gives me an opportunity to look back on the last several decades with a humble perspective. My mom doesn’t have any massive labor stories. She didn’t sit in a hospital for 48 hours of contractions. She claims my birth was pretty easy, despite my enormous size (I have a big head). I’ll have to take her word for it because I don’t really remember back that far.

To me, the real Mother’s Day is my birthday. She carried me around for nine months, protecting me, eating right, and making sure I got the right medical treatment so that I didn’t pop out with fingers growing out the side of my head. Sure, she’s going to get the Mother’s Day treatment tomorrow, but that day in September will always be much more special in my mind.