On being a MAMMA.

There would’ve been no teeny tiny socks to find in random pockets or spoons to find in shirt drawers. No bathtub wisdom or bedtime tears. No rainbow scarves to untie from chair legs, nor purple crayon to scrub off kitchen walls. No one to slow me down on long hikes or grocery store explanations of Santa Claus.

Mother's day gifts this year: Giant Cabbage, Pink Bracelet, Bag of black rice (not shown) and lots of HUGS.

Without the tremendous fortune of Motherhood I would be totally inexperienced at nursing a hungry toddler on the carpeted floor of a department store, or catching projectile poop mid-stream. I wouldn’t know how to let things get really messy - or how to clean messy up in under 30 seconds when the door bell rings. (Or not).

If it weren’t for my dearest little child-of-my-heart, flower-of-my-bosom, strength-of-my-character, almost ten-year-old daughter…I would have way more brown hair still, and a lot less laughter. I would know how to count my misgivings better than my forgivings’ and I wouldn’t know how to make apple muffins with three tablespoons extra salt and half an eggshell.

Motherhood has taught me how to say NO when I really want to say YES and say YES when I really want to say NO. I have learned that dirty shirts don’t really matter, but HUGS make the world come alive…

“MOM” – is spelled forward and backward.
KIDDING is the longer version of “KID”.
“LOVE” is everlasting.

If I had never been a mamma…
I would have had way more sleep than one woman could ever need.