Moms of the world - you guys rock!

Moms. What makes them tick? Yes, love is the obvious answer but how easy it is for us to forget that they’re only people.

They say that, on an average, a woman goes through more pain during childbirth than a soldier in his entire life. After the mess and the pain: congratulations! You have a screaming, pooping, perpetually hungry little bundle of joy. Then they learn to crawl and walk. Say goodbye to everything within the little tyke’s reach. The talking’s not so bad. It’s even cute until it gets to the point where they won’t shut up. This is the point when parents enroll them in schools. Seven hours of peace a day. Bliss right? Wrong. This is when they really start scaring you. And I’ve only gotten to kindergarten.

The next couple of decades, from personal observation, are not going to go easy on your mom. And yet, she loves you. How strange.
It doesn't matter to her that she’s spent more than two decades of her life trying to raise you to be a decent human being. She’ll tell you that she rather liked it. Which might be true on some occasions but mostly I’m sure she would have felt like she was fighting a losing battle against colds, exams, bad choices, rebellion, puberty, the generation gap…you name it.
Put yourself in her shoes. It’s very scary actually. You want a superhero? Take a look at the classy lady serving you breakfast when you’re scowling about being late.

My mom’s birthday is right on mother’s day. And though I don’t generally get too gooey and sentimental about it, I hope she realizes that she’s the best woman I’ve ever known.
My mom rocks.