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Happy Mother's Day to Moms of All Kinds

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I also honor all of you who are mothers, stepmothers, adoptive mothers, birth mothers who gave their children to adoptive mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers, godmothers, and those who desperately want to be mothers.

For all the things you do on a daily basis to keep your family running, for the support you give, for the hugs and kisses, and for the discipline you painstakingly bestow... thank you.

For your patience, time, love, and selflessness... thank you.

For the moments you showed perfect motherhood and all the times you didn't but kept trying anyway... thank you.

For all the times you've held it together and all the times you lost it... thank you.

Thank you because you show up. Every day. Rain or shine. Sickness or health. In all your imperfect glory (because mine is most certainly imperfect).

Happy Mother's Day!

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