From Capital Style Editor Kristy Eckert

I was standing in the grocery checkout line with my 2-year-old, when he found a toy (clearly placed there by an evil merchandiser who has never had children and hates those who do) that he (obviously) wanted. When it was time to leave without it, he did what I imagine most 2-year-olds would - held on tightly and screamed. Loudly. Mortified (because my kid is generally pretty awesome, which I can probably take very little credit for), I tried to calm him, to no avail. He squirmed. He flailed. He had a death grip on his prey and now, oh, yes - now, he was going to lie down and cling to the slick floor. I was practically wrestling him. And losing. Suddenly, an angel arrived. "Hey there, buddy," the woman chirped. "What's your name?" My little man's tears suddenly stopped. He looked at her. Quietly. Interested. "How old are you?" she asked. She talked to him until we made it safely to the parking lot, sans toy. "Stars!" Cooper pointed into the nighttime sky and smiled at the woman. He was gleeful. A new friend! I thanked her profusely, and her knowing smile - the kind only Mommas can give - said it all: I've got your back. It's the one thing that has overwhelmed me since Cooper was born: The world is filled with mothers who have your back. As I pondered what to write about this Mother's Day, I decided a thank you to them was in order. Upon having a baby, I expected the mothers who had long been in my life to come through. I figured my mom would swoop into town whenever necessary, even if it meant canceling every appointment in her busy work day because I absolutely couldn't miss mine. (Thank you, Mom.) I knew my aunt would cheer me on with calls and emails, rooting me on with the same gusto she did in my high school basketball games. (Thank you, Annie.) And I was certain my best girlfriend would call back, immediately, always, to assure, to soothe, to laugh. (Thank you, Lindsay.) But the rest of the mothers around the world, in my neighborhood, at the grocery - they've been the most pleasant, cherished surprise. So, Grocery Store Angel, thank you. To my neighbor and friend who brought me takeout the last time my child was sick, my husband was gone and I was on the edge after having not strung together more than two hours of sleep in a week, thank you. And to every woman who has opened a door when my arms were full, offered a toy from her purse when my son was antsy, or assured me that her kid, too, didn't do (fill in the blank) until (fill in the blank) and that all will end well, thank you, too. I don't have family here in town, but I feel enveloped by all this love (either that, or I had just the right amount of wine before I wrote this). So thank you, truly. And Happy Mother's Day. -Kristy Eckert is the editor of Capital Style.