These kind words from my friend, Mary Warren (aka Mrs. Cleavage). I published it last year but heck I can use it again.

Mothers… this love is for you who should be celebrated every day.

I want to wish you all a warm and wonderful Mother’s Day.  I don’t
know of any group of women who deserves to pat themselves on the back
more than you do, ladies.  Every single day you are in the trenches,
doing for your kids what they can’t do for themselves, sacrificing so
that their needs are met, and, in general, kissing the boo-boos and
making them all better, and keeping the bogeyman at bay.

This is not an easy task that we mothers must undertake.  Oh, no.
The instruction manuals were conveniently tossed out when our adorable
packages arrived in the delivery room.  What we got were crying, needy
and hungry babies who grew into sweet-faced tikes with potty mouths,
and tyrannical teenagers (some of us even have annoying adult children
who still won’t do what we tell them to).  But they were our kids and
like Play-doh, we got to shape them into whatever we wanted.  Of
course, that didn’t always take, but who’s stopped trying, right.

And let’s face it, kids are selfish. It’s what they do. I know.  I’m
a kid.  My mother has had to put up with my nonsense for some time
now.  I am sure she would be delighted if I’d grow up and quit causing
so much ruckus.  Some day I plan to grant her that wish.

The fact is my mother — just like you and just like me — wouldn’t
have it any other way.  She  loves me from the tip of my flawed head to
my toes.  And I am the better person for it.  I have learned so much
about goodness and truth from my mother; I only hope that i am
one-tenth of the mother to my son that she has been to me.  If so, my
son will be one lucky kid.

A mother has to wear so many hats and they all have to look good,
d*mnit.  A mother is chief cook and bottle washer.  She is a medic, a
banker and a handyman.  A mother is a mechanic, an artist, a technician
and a teacher.  She is a fixer-upper, a picker-upper and a
giddy-upper.  What can’t a mother do?

You, ladies, my friends, my sisters, my mothers, you are all that and a bag of chips.  Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I love you all.  I’m proud to be one of your club.  And I hereby
commend you for doing your duty, doing it well, and doing it with love
in your hearts and smiles on your faces. You’re the best.

–Mary Warren