We’ve all watched that YouTube video where people applied for the hardest job in the world, right? Threw you for a real loop, didn’t it? I’ve never been one who thought mothers have it easy, mostly because I saw how much my own mother did for me, my two brothers and menagerie of pets that I just had to have over the years. Along with the endless amount of time she dedicated to all of us, she forfeited so much of her own life to make sure that everyone else was fed, happy, and not bleeding. Because I’m sort of selfish and Smitty isn’t particularly interested in sharing me, I’m undecided as to whether or not I will have little mini versions of my DNA someday. Oh, yeah, and finding a suitable mate might also sway my decision. Don’t get me wrong. I like kids… of other people… across the restaurant. And while my personal feelings on motherhood may flit between this or that, one constant is how much I love, appreciate, and respect my own mother. It’s nice to spend a day thanking all the moms out there who do so much, though it probably should be at least nine months out of the year.