Happy Mother's Day!
My mother had me when she was nineteen years old. Hell, she was still a kid! Circumstances changed pretty quickly after that and she had to raise me on her own for a bit, with help from grandparents and even some great grandparents. I never remember thinking that she was having a bad day throughout my entire childhood. That means that she did a wonderful job of making sure I never knew how tough things must have been for her as a single mother at the age of twenty, and of making sure that I was happy which could not have been easy all the time. For that I am forever grateful.
Here is a great big hug to all mothers, and a thank you for all that they do and all that they sacrifice for their snot nosed, whining, temper tantrum throwing little brats. For all of the times we catch things on fire, send our little brothers and sisters into the emergency room, dump the entire contents of their purses into the wishing wells at malls, and all of the times the police call in the middle of the night to let them know that their son is okay but the motorcycle may be totalled... Thanks! Whether we show it or not, we all love you and we never would have made it out of diapers alive without you! Some of us may actually still be in diapers were it not for you so remember, it could be worse. If you think your six year old making a scene in a department store is embarrassing, try making a forty six year old sit in the middle of the men's shoe department until he cries himself out! I love you, mom! Thanks for everything!