Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

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.