|Proud "Motherhood Moment" when both kids broke their arms in the exact same place--within 2 weeks of each other. Yeah, me. One was a baseball injury (with witnesses) and the other was a trip over the weed-whacker. Don't ask.|
Yeah, well, we may not all be the epitome of motherhood, but you know, we do the best we can. So, no matter what kind of mother you are or who you are a mother to--God bless ya. It's a tough job and a lot of work. I am personally exhausted.
I just like this day because I can say my annual speech and nobody can get mad at me--because I am their mother and they don't dare. I stand proudly when I say:
"I'd like to thank all the little people who made me what I am today."
Feel free to borrow that speech--it goes over great with the family. I know my family just waits for that moment each year.
Happy Mother's Day, pallies! Word to your mutha from me and the gang at the Duck and Wheel.