Here comes Mother’s Day. Television, internet, radio are all filled with ads declaring the best gifts to get for mom on her big day. An ad on television this morning suggested that choosing a particular florist would make M-Day flowers more meaningful. The card aisle hums with tunes as dads and kids open an overabundance of those singing cards, choosing the perfect one for the number one woman in their lives.Call me consistent. Accuse me of being overly sappy. But my best mother’s day gift each year is the two children and husband who will share the day with me on Sunday. Sure I’ll be getting a wonderful homemade art collectible from school. Probably a special breakfast. I know I’ll be asked about how I’d like to spend my day and, unless I suggest sky diving, I have a good chance of having my wish fulfilled.But Traveling Mom is about making life’s journeys easier. And my journey to have children was anything but. Four years trying. Really big needles. Precision-timed love making. Many, many moments I questioned whether I ever would ever get pregnant. Tearful magazine reads where I closed the book when faced with a diaper ad. Mother’s Days that seemed frustratingly distant and unreachable. Moments I had to reach deep so as to not hate this body that felt to me like a quality control disaster off God’s manufacturing line.Of course, since I have the honor of writing to you regularly about being the Sanity mom this story has a happy ending. A beautiful daughter. A handsome son. Growing like weeds. Driving me crazy. Making me a painted pot in art class so I have a place to put the many dandelions brought home to me, freshly picked from the front lawn. Perhaps not from the chosen florist, but I know they’re hand selected from God’s natural garden. As were my children. I know now they were always meant to be. I just had to wait a little longer and work a little harder.Life’s journey goes too fast. We find out the world is smaller than we think. Then we realize we’re preparing our little one’s for their future journeys. And the greatest gift we get as mothers is to travel the journey with them and then release their hands and set them free.