Real Mothers

My sister forwarded this to me this morning (most things she sends me are not appropriate for blogging!), but I thought this was so sweet.

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 carpets.

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...

Guess that means Sam and I are getting older . . . she quit calling me "Mommy" long ago, usually calls me "Mom," and now is often heard to say "MO-THER!!!!"