Real Mothers
by Anonymous
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 sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens
and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried Playdough doesn't come
out of 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 little voice says, "because I love you
best."
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not
measured by height or years or grade. It is marked
by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom.
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