What caliber of Love can take excrement and wipe it off of a babies bottom, over a thousand times? We’re talking about only one kind of Love here people. This is the Love of a parent. You may not admit it, but we have all been shaped and raised by parents. Whether you keep their views and beliefs as your own is not the issue. Their Love for you can only be described as supernatural.
This is for all the Moms out there that put up with our terrible two’s and our treacherous teen’s. When we thought you didn’t understand our emotions and had NO IDEA what Love meant. When we screamed in the hallways, parks, store aisles, funerals, weddings and gatherings. When we pooped at the most inopportune time, and the countless date nights we prevented from happening. Thanks for the kisses on the knee to make it go away, the arms to pick us up when we bumped our arm in play, the hot soup to warm us up after a long winter day…Thanks Mom. Thanks for the years of Love and the years to come, for the endless hours we slammed on the drums, for the men/women you knew we would become…Thanks Mom. Thanks for the long talks that we tried to escape, for the that toy we wanted with the lights and the cape, for the moments too precious to to miss on tape…Thanks Mom. TODAY we solute you…for everything you endure. I couldn’t have made it, become mature. If there was anyway at all that I could assure….I Love you, with all my heart, of that I’m sure.
Love your Son,
Eric
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