We love you, moms

Mother's day family childhood and people concept - loving daughter kissing mother happy young mom and child in warm sunny summer day on the natureTrent Ernst, Editor

We know, you’ve heard it before. But you never get tired of it, do you. Four simple words: I love you, mom.

A few more words. I, and I believe most everyone here with me would like to apologize for our behaviour from the ages of 12 to 18. I know, hormones, but still…man, were we jerks.

We haven’t said it enough, so we’d also like to take the time to say Thank you. For everything. For carrying us around in your belly for nine months, give or take. For changing our diapers, because heaven knows if we had to do that ourselves, we’d be completely hooped.

Thanks for taking the time to pick up after us, and, even more importantly, taking the time to insist that we pick up after ourselves. We are better for it.

Thanks for putting up with all our drama, whether it be “he’s poking me,” or “So, there’s this boy, and he’s really cute, but….” Sometimes you had the perfect suggestion. Sometimes you didn’t. But you (usually) listened, no matter how small and inconsequential the issue was.

Thanks for taking the time to feed us. There’s a reason why, at least for most of us, a home cooked meal is still one of the highlights of the week and why your cookies/raisin bread/portzelky/pizza/jiaozi is still the standard by which all others are judged.

Thanks for wiping our bottoms and dealing with the sheets when we were sick in bed and accidentally got sick on the bed. I’m 45 years old and I still gag at the sight of vomit, let alone the smell. Gah. If I had to deal with that, I would have had to deal with it again and again and again, because I’d just keep throwing up.

Thanks for singing and dancing and playing and showing us that, despite life’s difficulties, it was still worth it, and that it was possible to face the day with a smile. Especially during the 12 to 18 years. Did we remember to apologize for those years? Because sorry for everything we put you through.

Thanks for knowing where everything in the house is. Because if we had to feed ourselves, we would have subsisted on a diet of dry cereal and crackers. And we never would have got our homework done because we’d never find a pencil, or glue stick, or extra paper.

Thanks for fixing things that broke, including sometimes, our hearts.

So to all the mom’s out there, thank you, and we love you. Keep up the good work.