To the women who wait years to hear a thank you for the meals, the clean floors and comfortable rooms.
To the women who can recall days without conversation, punctuated only by cries for need.
To the women who read countless books countless times and never rushed and did the voices and gave hugs when the last page was turned.
To the women who teach the sound of “B” and the number 3 and the glory of a universe unfolding to eager minds and infant souls.
To the women who lose sleep—oh, so much sleep—and still manage to rise the next day with a smile, even if it is a little dimmer for exhaustion.
To the women who believe that siblings can be best friends.
To the women who guard the sanctity of quality time, who turn off the TV and the xBox and break out the CandyLand, the cards, or Risk.
To the women who say no to what is good so they may be free to say yes to what is best.
To the women whose bodies are shaped by love and sacrifice rather than vanity.
To the women who labor on behalf of life and call it blessing.
To the mothers of the world, I say, “Thank you!”
I say, “Well done!”
I say, “God bless you!”
Don’t worry, someday your babies will say it, too.