And here's to fathers who yell encouragement from the sidelines instead of ragging on officials and embarrassing their child and anyone else supporting their child's team.
Here's to a friend in San Diego who, while toasting his daughter at her wedding in April, honored her for, instead of speed- dating her way through life, patiently saving herself for one good man.
Here's to good fathers who care enough to take a Birth To Three class and become even better fathers.
Here's to fathers who, like us all, have blown it with their kids.
Here's to fathers who, in a trying economy, are working a job - or hours - they don't particularly like in order to support their families.
Here's to mothers, like my wife, who love their kids enough to say yes to six-bag marshmallow fights and no to more dangerous choices.
Here's to the mothers who drive cars with those "My child is an honor student .
Here's to the mothers of children who have grown up and been accorded worldwide respect.
And here's to the mothers of more obscure children whose value is no less than anyone else's.