Sometimes, a son has to return the favor of being birthed, and talk some sense into their mother….

Who wouldn’t want their successful, beautiful baby boy tattooed on their arm???

Screw lame bumper stickers, my mom doesn’t drive a mini-van.  She needs more, she deserves more.

One flash of the bicep and a “My uterus produced such greatness,” would be all she needs at the Christian mothers dinner to top all those dreadful bragging arguments about future doctors and lawyers.

She needs your help.

Any encouragement you can offer will help my indecisive mother take the leap to greatness.

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