Real mothers don't eat quiche, they don't have time to make it.
Real mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sand box.
Real mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens, and happy kids.
Real mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of shag carpet.
Real mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real mothers sometimes ask "why ME?" and get their answer when a little voice says " because I love you best".
Real mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years of grade. It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom.
-Author Unknown-
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Real Mothers
Posted by David and Rachel at 7:20 PM
Labels: Mothers Day
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2 comments:
I really liked this "poem" Really shows what "real" mothers are!
Loved your poem. I didn't know that you had a blog either. Thanks for visiting ours.
Sharon Major
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