Once a year on Mother's Day families gather round good old mom to tell her what a wonderful person she is.
Out come the cards with the sweet verses written by a professional. Out come the flowers, or the sweater, or the garden tools or ....or .... 
Doesn't this all seem to be a little 
phoney  since we ( mothers that is) seem to be the butt of  criticism the rest of the time.
Either we are overly protective, or selfish slobs who don't care enough for our children. Of course, we don't have a life do we? Our life is supposed to be our children isn't it?
In the world we live in today, mothers
 DO have a life. In fact, their life is so busy juggling  work, kids, housework and exhaustion that one of our favourite activities is lying in  bed, or the bathtub with a good book.   
 
Admiration for Immigrant Mothers   
As a teacher of adult ESL immigrants from around the world for the past 17 years, I have nothing but awe and wonder for these women  who slave away at minimum wage jobs, go home to feed their children,  and then come to school for another two and half hours in order to learn  the English that will get them into the courses that will lead to  better jobs.
Do they do this once a week? No, they do it from Monday to  Thursday, and if that isn't enough, they are loaded down with enough  homework for the weekend that they have little time to enjoy such things  as Mother's Day. 
Are these women determined? You have no idea. Are they  motivated? Absolutely!  Are they tired? Sadly yes.... Do they have a lot  of time to do homework when there is still housework to finish at home  and kids to get up in the morning. And yet we teachers are telling them  they must do their homework or they won't improve.
Whenever I think of  my women students who care so much and are trying so hard to provide the  best for their children, or as they say so frequently " to give them a  better future,"  I want to run out into the streets and shout."You  should be cheering for these people".
As mothers they are unbeatable  
 As mothers, they are unbeatable.  And sadly, their grammar will probably never be perfect. They will  always have problems distinguishing a past tense verb from a present  tense one, or "come in Canada" from :come to Canada". So does this  really matter in the greater scheme of things?  For some, it really does  because it will make a difference between a life of drudgery and one  that can offer some financial reward and satisfaction of having made the  right decision in coming to Canada.  
There must be a way to make  these people's lives easier. We have seduced them into coming to Canada  because we want their children for the future. And we'll get them. So  how about a little praise for the immigrant women as they are now.  
Yesterday,  the Globe and Mail carried a delightful series of articlres on mothers  in general. One that received a lot of comments focused on the fact that  is was easier to be a mother in the 1970's than it is now/ 
Have a read if you are interested.  
Why the 1970s were the best time to be a mom 
ERIN ANDERSSEN                                                                                                                                  from Friday's Globe and Mail                                                                                                             Published  Thursday, May. 05, 2011 4:01PM  EDT                                                                                    last udated, Sunday, May 08, 2011  
The 1970's  was an easier decade, on  the mothering front at least.  According to  U.S. time-use data, moms were present more, but spent less  time  interacting one-on-one with their kids. They also, by most  accounts,  worried less.
 A 2005British survey asked moms with young  children and  mothers who had raised kids the 1970s to compare their  experiences:  Moderns mom reported feeling more stressed and more cranky,  and were  far more likely to say a lack of sleep was wrecking their sex  lives –  with percentage gaps wide enoughto account for rose-coloured   reminiscing on grandma’s part.
 And   those moms of old certainly weren’t fretting over food labels. In  a   Canadian survey in 1978, 30 per cent of mothers couldn’t name any  food   that their family should avoid.
Compare that to the 80 % of moms   who now monitor their children’s sodium intake or compare  labels before   buying food for their toddler, as a 2010 
Ipsos Read  poll 
 reported.
 
“I  remember my mom sitting around drinking  martinis with her friends and   we would run free,” recalls Jen Maier, a  Toronto mother of two and   founder of Urban Moms.ca. “I ate a lot of  hot dogs.” Including frozen   ones. “I think I’d barf if my child did  that now.”
But moms today  don’t spend less time caring for their  kids over all. One  U.S. survey  suggests that employed mothers in 2000  spent the same time  with their  kids as a stay-at-home mom in 1975.  But the newer moms  managed to  squeeze it in by cutting back on leisure  time and housework.
Today,  women don’t boast that their “floors are  so clean you can eat off  of  it,” Dr. O’Reilly observes. Society now values home-grown prodigies   over ironed sheets, so it’s piano concerts and scholarships that earn   bragging rights.
  
But  before mothers today feel too misty-eyed, consider what their   counterparts in the 1970s didn’t have to make life easier.
There was no   popping a lasagna in the microwave (less than 5 per cent of Canadians   homes had one) or running the dishwasher (22 per cent).
And just over   half of Canadian moms could toss clothes in a dryer at home. And even if   the feminist movement was transforming life for women, in 1975, only  57  per cent of Canadians thought a husband should share in the  housework.
“It blows my mind,” Ms. Lynn says  of the fathers at her daycare who get  their children up in the  morning, make them lunch and drop them off.  Back in the seventies, she  says, “if there was the odd guy doing that, I  never met him.”
But  balancing the pros and cons, weighing the convenience of a microwave   compared with moms who could still laugh together over their “bratty”   kids, which decade does she prefer? “A mom in the seventies,” she   laughs, “with more money.”