Here’s To The Moms…


Here’s to the moms who get up every day and head off to work, and those who get up and stay home to work.

Here’s to the moms who drink coffee, and those who don’t.

Here’s to the moms who have one child, and those who have two, or three, or four, or more.

Here’s to the moms who have babies they have never held.

Here’s to the moms who breastfeed, and those who use formula.

Here’s to the moms who babywear, and those who don’t.

Here’s to the moms with piles of dishes and mountains of laundry, and to the ones who have someone to take care of the piles of dishes and mountains of laundry. (I admit I’m jealous!!)

Here’s to the moms who are Ms-Fix-It, and those who don’t know a Phillips from a flathead.

Here’s to the moms who drive mini vans, and the moms who drive Harleys.

Here’s to the single moms, and the moms who have a hubby at home for moral support.

Here’s to the moms who believe in corporal punishment, and the ones who don’t.

Here’s to the moms who homeschool, who charterschool, who publicschool, who privateschool, and who unschool.

Here’s to the moms who love the outdoors, and the ones who are couch potatoes.

Here’s to the moms who watch countless hours of kid tv, and those who don’t do technology.

Here’s to the moms who love glitter and crafts, and those who get scared just driving by Hobby Lobby.

Here’s to the moms who have cleaned up vomit, and to those who stood around the corner offering moral support because their stomach just can’t handle the sight.

Here’s to the moms of kids with special needs, and to the moms who can praise God for a “normal” child.

Here’s to the moms on anti-depressants just struggling to get thru the day, and to those who have never once felt the baby blues.

Here’s to the moms not yet sleeping through the night with their newborns… And to the ones remembering those nights as they listen to their children talk about their new baby.

Here’s to the moms who rock their children to sleep, and to the ones who believe in cry it out.

Here’s to the moms who cosleep, and to the moms who watch a monitor vigilantly and listen for sounds of distress.

Here’s to the mom who gets woken up by a child at her side in the night, and the one who locks her child in his room for his own good.

Here’s to the consignment sale moms who buy the best they can at the best price they can, and to the moms who have the funds to buy boutique on their own.

Here’s to the middle school moms whose children are being bullied, and to the moms who have just discovered their child IS the bully.

Here’s to the moms of girls going through puberty.  ‘Nough said.

Here’s to the moms whose child just started driving, and is headed out this weekend with friends.

Here’s to the moms who babies are graduating- from kindergarten, from high school, from college, from grad school.

Here’s to the moms whose kids live next door, and those who live far away.

Here’s to the moms, the aunts, the cousins, the grandmas- the Grannies, Gigis, Mamies, Mimis, Nanas, Nawnaws, Mimas, and Abuelitas.

Here’s to the women who have loved us like a mom and taught us priceless lessons, but whose wombs have never held life.

Here’s to you.  We all speak one language.  “Mom.”  Every one of our children is different, but we all know.  We all understand.  We are connected by a bond of sisterhood.  We are blessed.  We are mom.

Author: travelwchristy

I am a work-at-home travel agent who is mom to two beautiful children, a wife to a fabulous man, and blessed beyond compare!