I'd like to thank my two wonderful daughters, Sio & Monkey, for making me look like I'm good at this motherhood gig. I love you each more than I love my own damn self, and I'm proud of both of you.
I can't really talk to my own mother about how much I love her. She would just push me away and tell me to shut up, because she is a martyr among martyrs, and being recognized for her contributions would negate her martryrdom. She hasn't been a perfect mother, but I can't imagine life without her. I'll tell you one small way my mother still takes care of me - twice a year, she calls me to tell me that it's time to fall back or spring forward, and she drops off batteries so I can replace the ones in our smoke detectors. Thanks, mom.