A friend posted this poem today & you all aready know how I am about poetry. Enjoy.
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 play dough
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 a 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 Mommy to Mom to Mother.
Happy Mother's Day to all you REAL moms like me.
20 hours ago