I don’t like Valentines and I loathe Christmas but sadly, yes sadly there is a soft spot in my heart for Mothers day. Not the card crap and flowers. I love that there is a holiday to celebrate the hardest damn job there is. What other job has you work 365 days a year 24 hours a day. Even vacation is working. You even become a temporary incubator for your little one to only then be pushed out of, well, a very flexible body part (That’s a shout out to the vagina by the way) We nurse them, feed them, change them, bathe them, read and play with them, kiss the bumps and bruises on them for what?

You know what. That smile that they give you when you both share a laugh, the middle of the night hugs when they are scared, watching them embark on a new sport or even going to school for the first time. Being a mother doesn’t really need it’s own date on the calender but it does help us all to remember the woman (or men for that matter) that help shape us and make us the mothers of today. I wouldn’t trade this job for the world. Okay now go scrub that stain out!