Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!
Obviously (bo, bissly) I wish my own mom a happy day, but she is in Heaven so her days can be no happier.  I assume that she is very happy with the way her charges turned out and even more so, the next generation.  My mom was a good mom.  I can't speak for my older siblings, but I know I gave my mom plenty of trouble and she continued to love me through it.  She looked to others to help her mother me when things got tough and at the time, I resented that because truth be told, I only wanted her attention.  I wanted her to love me in the way I thought she loved Sheila.  And she very well may have loved Sheila more though she claimed to love us all equally, as I mom, I know that it is pretty tough to quantify love.  There have been days in my own mom career that I loved my own kids solely out of obligation.  Those days when they knew it all but could only express it in ugly grunts and big toothed snarls.  Those days when I had to go to the bathroom a lot only to sit on a pile of towels and read a book with out the painful interruptions of she said/he did.  Those days when I passively aggressively cleaned the house and no one jumped in to help because they already knew the passive aggressive game and didn't want to play.
But I digress, this post is not about me as a mom, but as a wish of happiness to all the mom figures that mom'd me and mine through out the years.  
So Happy Mother's Day to my mom, as I mentioned.  As time has passed, I get what you were trying to do.  I'm trying to do that too.  There are a lot of wishes and regrets in my relationship with my mom, time is healing those and time is giving me an opportunity to use her mom ideals in my own life, in my own way.  Momming is like that.
This Happy Mother's Day wish is for you, the grandmas, aunts, great aunts, friend's moms and complete strangers that helped me raise these kids.  Whether you are a mom or not, you have mom'd.  You have fed and fixed my kid, you have offered advice, solicited or not, you have validated them and loved them and scolded them.  As Velma Kelly so eloquently said in the musical, Chicago " But I Simply Cannot Do It Alone".
And none of us can.  It a social media world that seems to be so hell bent on shaming moms specifically and women in general, I say fuck off.  We are truly all in this together and it would be so much easier if we felt like we were allies instead of enemies.  The goal should be to raise decent humans that are productive members of society that know how to wipe their own butts and will get off their phones when they are at the cash register.  Let's get over the open letter philosophy of you're doing it wrong because you're not doing it like me.  Let's also accept that fact that sometimes we screw up and raise little assholes.  In those cases, let's apply a little tough love, remove the labels that validate the behavior (on kid and parent alike) and get them back to being decent. 
And to my own kids, well, thanks.  I am happy to have one more holiday that gets me presents.  And no, if there wasn't such a holiday, I would not have been nearly as interested in being a mom.  Except that the three of you are truly gifts that keep on giving.  And I can confidently say that I have raised decent humans that are productive members of society.  You each have your own gifts and talents that make the world a little better.  I assume you can all take care of your own hygiene needs and I know that you all treat the cashier with courtesy and kindness.  That just might be what I am most proud of, you speak to store clerks, you push the carts back, you scratch kitties behind the ears.