Without mothers, this drawing of a frog wouldn’t exist. Because I would have never been born, and neither would this amphibian. So Happy Mother’s Day to all the ladies making babies to keep the human race and the frog nations going strong.
Seriously, though, my mom has had to put up with a lot of bullshit from me. Like the time I cracked my brother’s head open. Or every time she drove me to the ER. Or every time I was a miserable piece of dagshit. Or every time I was this close to a police altercation that would surely embarrass our entire family, up to and including last night, when I insisted on trespassing through the woods just to see where this weird secret dirt road led to (directly to Ry 46 and the Comfort Inn next to an adult toy store!). And to this day, 30 years after her hellacious ride began, my room (which I don’t even live in!) is still a mess, and I never make the bed. So thanks, Ma.
I’m sure this frog has similar sentiments for its mother.