Today is Mother’s Day.
A day all of the stores have set out to say, “Buy this card and you will the best child your mother ever had.”
To this, I say, “I don’t think so.”
For my thoughts, read this.
For a few thoughts from others, I leave you with this . . .
Before I was a mom . . . I’d never been puked on, pooped on, or peed on.
Before I got married . . . I had six theories about bringing up children. Now, I have six children —and no theories.
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.
All mothers are working mothers.
I’m fairly certain the inventor of duct tape was a mom who’d had enough.
God couldn’t be everywhere, so He created moms.
A worried mother does better research than the FBI.
Behind every successful woman is a basket of dirty laundry.
What is a sweater? Something worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.
To the world, you are a mom, but to your family, you are the world.
To all of you who are wonderful moms, I say thank you and God bless.
Until next time. Be sweet.