And I’m doing what all mothers should be doing – kicked back, freshly brewed coffee, playing in a $5,000 free roll on Titan Poker. S-W-E-E-E-E-T! If you didn’t make the free roll, BUMMER! If you did, may the best woman win!

To all the moms of the world: may you be eternally blessed and given a special place in the highest of special places for all the times you wondered if you were going to have to kill your kids or yourself first as you lived through their teenage years. (Of course if you have/had perfect children, the previous statement wouldn’t apply to you and you can pat yourself on the back for just getting damn lucky on the draw).

Please don’t be misled by the above paragraph. I love my children very much. I would never give up my experiences and years with them and I would never trade them for anyone else that I’ve ever met or hasn’t been born yet. I believe we grew up together – and we still are. It’s hard to be a parent and hard to be a child so there is no middle ground at times. One of the most profound statements I’ve ever heard says it better than anything else ever could: “The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy.”

So…to all the men and women that have children and grandchildren and expect to be parents, it isn’t always easy being a mom but man it’s the kewlest of kewl.