Here’s to the moms—the bedtime storytellers, the under-the-bed-monster banishers, the boo-boo kissers.

Here’s to the planners, the worriers, the stain removers whose work is unseen. You find them up before dawn, fueled on cold coffee, battling the relentless rush of laundry and lunchboxes. Sweat pants in morning carpool. Grocery runs on lunch breaks. Last minute math tutor.

The architects of tiny worlds.

Here's to those who dance among the chaos. Who surf the emotional waves, the highs and lows of the big feels flowing from small figures. Who fight the daily doubts, the isolation, and thankless grind with a smile that hides the struggle.

Here’s to the moms paying a higher price than mere sleepless nights. Who set aside careers, convenience, and personal space. Who sustains life. Who fuel the hopes and dreams of their little humans from the gas tank once reserved for their own professional ambition. A stunning canvas over which their kids’ finger paint their own futures.

Here's to those who reinvent themselves. Whose bodies have changed, whose memories are tattered, who face each day with courage and resilience. Those who rewrite the world's definition of the word strength.

To the moms who forgot what it feels like to be alone with their thoughts. Who are the first to give and the last to take. Who are the anchor, the sail, and the harbor others call home.

They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as "just a mom", we see our future. The backbone of the next generation.

The real security blanket that comforts the doctors, world leaders, and scientists.

The actual MVP from little league to the pros.

The true straight A student.

Our reigning champ.

Moms.

We celebrate you. We support you. Because those of us crazy enough to change the world, know it starts with you.