From mommy to mom to mother

Finally, I am trying to keep up with my own expectations for posting. Here I am with another post, though not personal it’s in sync with the current mood that I am in. My sister-in-law (who is also expecting, by the way..yea, it’s all baby boom for our family this year) sent me this lovely poem, if you may call it that, on Mother.

This is just for keeps which am sure will help a lot in future 🙂


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.

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….

4  YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!

8  YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything

14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of  date!

25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit  about it.

35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

55 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom


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