Mothers, here's to all of us.
Here's to 9 months of nausea, back pain and headache, to mention the least.
Here's to child birth pain; erased forever at the wonderful sound of your breathing, crying babies.
Here’s to saggy baby pouch, uneven lactating boobies, ugly stretch marks and apparent c-section scars.
Here's to the struggle of breastfeeding; the nip cracks, sleepless nursing nights and endless pumping.
Here’s to celebrating baby poop and fart.
Here’s to lack of sleep and the glories it brings; eye bags, zombie-ness and surviving on coffees.
Here’s to new moms; stumbling through diaper change, baby bath, and the art of taking a two-minutes shower.
Here’s to baby’s first step, first toothless smile, first hearty laugh.
Here’s to restless nights caring for your sick children.
Here’s to toddler tantrum, terrible twos and terrific threes.
Here’s to moms who are in dire need of date nights, coffee breaks, trip to the salon, an uninterrupted toilet visit, a long phone call with your friends; whatever it takes to remain sane.
Here’s to moms who never get such breaks; may God ease your hardship.
Here’s to proud moms fighting back tears watching your children singing their heart away at a school concert.
Here’s to working moms struggling to balance raising kids and meeting deadlines.
Here’s to stay-at-home moms who are 24/7 on their feet.
Here’s to imperfect moms who don’t always feed your children homemade organic food, who couldn’t bake the perfect rainbow cakes, who couldn’t even master a simple kid’s craft.
Here’s to learning to let go of a huge part of your personal social life.
Here’s to our kid’s little achievements; learning to ride a bike, writing ABCs albeit crookedly, baking cookies, painting their own crafts, dressing themselves, making friends.
Here’s to everyday drama; that even a simple act of getting ready for school could take longer time and more shouting than it should.
Here’s to the pang of guilt you feel after you yelled at your kids for well, being kids.
Here’s to breaking down after you couldn’t handle a bad moment.
Here’s to other moms who give support and encouragement in those kind of bad moments; no judgment whatsoever.
Here’s to moms giving in to ice creams, candies and gadgets; for a piece of sanity.
Here’s to the constant fear for your child safety.
Here’s to feeling the need to flee from wherever you are to hug your children when hearing news of a terrible accident, a wild storm, a baby dying.
Here’s to kissing boo-boos, rocking a restless child to sleep, lullaby singing, comforting a tummy ache.
Here’s to the heartache of letting go of your child; to school, college, out to the wild wild world.
Here’s to stressed out moms; whose babies won’t stop crying, whose toddlers won’t stop shouting.
Here’s to clueless moms; whose preschoolers won’t stop asking questions and demanding answers.
Here’s to moms raising know-it-all teenagers, may God grant you patience and strength.
Here’s to older moms, learning to let go of your all grown up babies.
Here’s to the perfect trophy moms, the tiger moms, the crazy cool ones; whichever kind of awesome moms you are.
Here’s to motherhood and its roller-coaster ride; of trying our best, taking each and every day as it comes and hoping that our kids will grow up to be amazing.
Here’s to all of us. Happy mother’s day.