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 shag carpets.
Real mothers don't want to know what the vaccum 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 chid's growth is not measured by height or years or grade. It is marked by the progression of mama to mommy to mom.
