As we move toward another Mother’s Day on the calendar, shouldn’t this be a day that is celebrated year-round and not on just some non-descript day in May?

From day one, every one of us on this planet has thanked mom for her service to you. Everyone has a different opinion on what they think of or how much they love and respect their mom, but everyone has one.

I know it is cliché, but biological facts aside, let’s look at some key points. Initially, she bathes you and feeds you in a way that only a woman can do. I spent countless hours up with the boys and the bottle, but it just isn’t the same. The bond shared between mother and kid is different and complex. I’m not sure why, I just know that it is.

Next is the potty-training phase. This is where the separation between mom and dad becomes wider. The mom figures out, at least for boys, to aim at the Cheerios in the bowl and the reward shall be an M&M. Kids will do anything for M&Ms. The dad goes crazy. Why can’t the kid figure this out? He’s peeing on the bed like the dog, outside at any family event and can’t put the seat down to save his soul. Dog gets in trouble because dad can’t figure out who to blame and the circle of life starts to constrict. Mom steps in, tells dad to go find a chill pill, and within 20 months the problem is solved.

Dad is happy because the place doesn’t smell like a feedlot and his expenses just went down $200 a month, though his waist size went up two points as there are M&Ms all over the house. Dad now starts to realize that the mom is just a little bit better at this than him.

After that comes the toddler and preschool years, and the fun really starts. Mom becomes the sheep herder and knows where every park and play set on the West Coast is located. She has no fear of anything. All the kids packed up and shuttled to a sit down restaurant after two stops at the grocery store and mall? No problem. Quick trip to grandma’s house to chit-chat the same day. Child’s play. She could do this in her sleep. Dad, at this point, can be found in the trunk of the mini-van, curled up in the fetal position, sucking his thumb wondering how it all got to this.

The school years offer some respite. Things settle into a rhythm, mom brings out the breakables that have been hiding in the attic for a few years and dad starts to find his tools and items that have mysteriously gone missing. Mom starts looking at dad like “This isn’t so bad and we should start adding to the flock” and dad goes to the doctor and has knives used on parts he swore would never happen — and gladly pays for it.

Einstein sure had the theory of relativity concerning time correct. To dad, these short 10 years have seemed like a lifetime. To mom, it was just yesterday she was standing by the crib, trying to find where the dog hid the binky.

Moms are the life-blood of the planet. I am lucky to have two — three really, if you count my wife of 20 years. My mom and I have never been what you would consider close, but as an adult, I have come to adore her and respect her more now that I probably ever have. My mother-in-law is one that you could only dream of. She supports me in virtually every decision I make, and doesn’t meddle. She is an exceptionally kind lady.

My wife, Angie, is incredibly brilliant with our two boys. She loves them and me completely, even when it is difficult to distinguish the maturity difference between a 10-year-old and a 40-year-old.

So go beyond the typical “dishes are on us, here’s a vase of flowers and a box of chocolates” and tell mom you love her. Tell her a fond memory that only you and her can remember. Most importantly, do this today, next week, in July, October and, as the boys would say, to infinity and beyond.