Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds.

It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

I'm not going to write a ton about my mom, because she gets a birthday post for tomorrow.
But I will say, I love her. She is my best friend. A confidant, a comedian, a beauty, someone to understand me, someone to dance crazy, and someone to laugh until she cries.
I don't know what I would do without her, and even as a snotty teenager unhappy with my parents, and life, there was never a time that I wouldn't tell my mom everything.
Mom, I promise I am working on a mother's day gift, but its not finished.
It'll come soon enough.
I love you. I miss you. I'll see you soon.