Friday, April 24, 2009

Mothers...

This was on my friends blog, and since I needed to hear it, I figured I'm probably not the only one. So here goes...

MOTHERS

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 carpets or off the bottom of shoes.

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

As mothers it is probably best if we don't "should" on ourselves and just enjoy the journey, recognize we're all human and do the best we can!

2 comments:

Cinda said...

I love that poem. It's so true. Thanks for sharing.

Tanya said...

Thanks for sharing this, Marilla. It's a good reminder of what's really important.