Happy Mothers Day

That’s not a typo in the title. I'd like to wish all those lovely people out there who have taken on the role of mother, either through birth, adoption, fostering, or just stepping up to the plate when they're needed...most of us have more than one woman in our life who has taken on the role of mother at one point or another.

Happy Mothers Day.

You are:
loved,
needed,
appreciated,
and occasionally sticky.

You've attended important meetings
...with spit-up on your good blazer.
You've carried hand-made tissue paper flowers to a fancy restaurant
...without a second thought.
You've kissed boo-boos
...not caring that the boo-boo might be the germiest thing on the planet.

You've held hands,
checked tears,
yelled,
cried,
worried,
grumbled,
threatened to disown,
hugged,
forgiven,
and been forgiven.

You've marveled at babies,
longed for them to talk,
encouraged them to walk,
then wished they would sit down
and be quiet for five minutes.

You've looked at your grown children,
remembering the tiny bundle you once held.
And maybe you cry a little.
Just a little,
because that person standing in front of you
is
totally
AWESOME

And it's all because of you,
Mom.
Auntie.
Grandma.
Foster mom.
Dad.
Family friend.
Guardian.

You helped mold and shape another human being
into someone who is:
Terrific.
Chaotic.
Adventurous.
Calm.
Daring.
Torch bearing.
Banner waving.
Upstanding.
Future role model
for the next generation.

Thanks. I love you.