Here‚Äôs to mothers who bravely waited until the bus rounded the corner to burst into tears.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have bandaged imaginary boo-boos and applied ice packs for tummy aches.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have fished poop out of bathtubs, pellet by pellet, without so much as gagging.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have slept in twin beds or hardwood floors, just to be within an arm‚Äôs reach of their needy child.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have been away for days, missing their children so badly they could taste it, only to arrive home completely unnoticed.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who wonder if the teenage babysitter is a better mother than they are.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have given up their un-licked ice cream cone, because their child‚Äôs laid flat on the sidewalk.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who let their children dress themselves and hope with all their might that the rest of the world is aware of that fact.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have bit their tongues and not uttered ‚ÄúI told you so‚ÄĚ when their children so deserved it.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who would gladly take the broken arm or stomach bug or broken heart if it could spare their child the pain.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who find their expensive hair products poured down the drain and their brushes filled with plastic doll hair.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who wear evidence of their children, not only under their clothing, but on it as well.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who are ecstatic to find a worm or spot a garbage truck in action, even though they find both disgusting.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who want to both fast forward and rewind time all in the span of ten minutes.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who never feel completely at peace unless all of their children are under their own roof.
Here‚Äôs to stretch marks and saggy boobs and c-section scars.
Here‚Äôs to overflowing laundry baskets, toothpaste covered bathroom sinks and plastic toy littered front lawns.
Here‚Äôs to still suffering from baby fever even when your own children are driving you insane.
Here‚Äôs to our own mothers, who made us the women we are today.
Here‚Äôs to our daughters, who we can‚Äôt help but hope will become mothers themselves.
Here‚Äôs to mothers who have suffered our greatest fear and live in a world without their child.
Here‚Äôs to all of us.
Wishing you all a day filled with love.