If your "mom" is the person who dressed you in ridiculously-shoulder-padded flowered frocks for elementary music concerts, and made the long drive down to see you receive your BS in History and always has hot food on the stove for you when you go home to visit, then I'd have to say I've got a pretty incredible one.
My Nana, on the other hand, is that number one fan. That source of unconditional love. That crazy, kooky joke told at a job interview that makes your face turn a noticeable shade of red. She's my Easter bunny, the collector of all my school pictures, lost teeth, and embarrassing home videos.
I don't really care what we call this Sunday, but I'm glad to have a reminder to celebrate the one woman who's worthy of it.