I don’t want to sound like a beer commercial, but I must. So,
Here’s to you, moms. Here’s to all the sleepless nights from staying up with a cranky baby to waiting around late at night for your teenager to come home. Here’s to all the sacrificing you do of all the things you want so your kids can have what they want. Here’s to all your hard work- cooking, cleaning, doctoring, landscaping, chauffeuring, and all the other million things you do in a day’s work.
Here’s to our moms. Heather and I wouldn’t be here writing about Home Eccy goodness if it wasn’t for our own moms. Thanks, moms.
Here’s to all you future moms. Here’s to how much you have to learn, and how much you already do know. Here’s to those of you who are pregnant right now and are wondering if you’ll be a good mom, and if labor really hurts as bad as they say it does. (It does, and it doesn’t. Don’t listen to the horror stories.) Here’s to those of you who are trying to get pregnant and get frustrated when you see only one line every month. Don’t worry, your time will come.
And because I’ve always thought there should be a day that celebrates all women, because making the decision (or having the decision made for you) to not have a child is one of the hardest decisions- here’s to you, women who have chosen not to be moms. I know several women who are childfree by choice. In all cases, they had carefully considered what they were going to do and decided not to have a child. It’s not a decision to take lightly, and I think those women need some celebration, too.
So here’s to the women. The mothers, the grandmothers, the sisters, the aunts, the friends. Here’s to every last one of you. Today, we celebrate and honor you.
In loving memory of my grandmother, Vivian Hogan.