Friday, 5 February 2010
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
Dosn't come out of carpet....
Real mothers don't want to know what
The vacuum cleaner just sucked up....
Real mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
And get their answer when a little
Vice 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
So how many of these stanzas do you read and think yes that's my experience. I am very grateful to Sandra Solano Huber for sharing this poem.