The Weaker Sex?

It's time to give recognition where it is due, tip our hats and pay tribute to those individuals who are the true champions of the American way of life. Armed with more courage and fortitude than a company of battle hardened Marines, they plough on to accomplish feats which require superhuman strength. Their chariots are not the Hummer or Bradley Fighting Vehicle, but SUV's, minivans or compact cars. From Maine to Florida; California to Washington State; zigging and zagging through traffic putting our favorite NASCAR hero to shame. They can run a grocery cart through the obstacles at a supermarket with ease. A vacuum cleaner poses no problem. A washer and dryer are a snap. Dusting and windows? A breeze.

After all this where do they find the time to haul the kids to their activities? Ballet to hockey to soccer to basketball to karate to gymnastics to cheerleading to school events, I want some of whatever they are taking to stay supercharged. And while they might not fully comprehend the nuances of the rules of an NFL, NBA or even the late NHL game, they know when to yell "Kill the ump or ref or whoever else is officiating".

That's because they are moms. SuperMoms, soccerMoms, schoolMoms or whatever kind of Mom. I applaud their efforts. The single moms working and raising one child or maybe more. The Moms who keep on going because the spousal unit won't or can't. The married Moms who work and still keep the house and run the kids. From what I have seen, for the most part the moms of today have raised one helluva good bunch of kids.

We probably should insert a few more Mother's Days into the calendar.