Real Mothers

(A collection of thoughts sent to me from one of my favorite mothers, and a few I’ve learned on my own!)

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers are experts at patching “broken” jeans.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably buried in the sandbox.

Real Mothers accept kisses no matter how slobbery, muddy, greasy or snotty.

Real Mothers deliver on their promises to color or cut or play slap jack-no matter how exhausted they are.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers read The Pumpkin Goblin “one last time” even though it’s 30 minutes past lights out.

Real Mothers know that dried paint doesn't come out of carpets.

Real Mothers put themselves last in line for the shower, no matter how many ballgames they sat through.

Real Mothers undoubtedly have a vision of the Ideal Mother in their mind’s eye, a picture to which they so often fail to measure up.

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 cook supper, paint the kitchen wall and create zoo animals out of play dough-all at the same time.

Real Mothers know that their children love them in spite of their faults, regardless of their flaws, and without fail.

Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade. It is marked by the progression from Mommy to Mom to Mother.

And that’s All in a day’s work!