Mother’s Day

Never raise your hand to your kids.  It leaves your groin unprotected.  ~Red Buttons

Sweater, n.:  garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~Ambrose Bierce

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.  ~Aristotle 

I could do my usual and write a sappy Mother’s Day post. But today, I’d rather laugh.  It’s been 13 months of raising this little ragamuffin. And I have laughed at him many a time. He’s fun: He waves at girls at Target. He tries drinking out of a big boy cup and spills it all over his shirt. If I put his paci in my mouth, he will kiss me to get it back. 

I think having kids reminds you of your youth. But this time, you can watch it objectively – watch a child grow up and learn all without the humiliation and embarrassment you had yourself. He is keeping me younger than my wrinkly eyes and frizzy hair tell you I am. 

I will leave you with a quote that gives me a little clarity as to last Saturday’s post about Mommy Guilt: 

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs… since the payment is pure love.  ~Mildred B. Vermont 

Thank you to all the mothers in my life – mine, Steve’s, Steve’s grandparents, our aunts, our cousins, our siblings, our friends. This is an amazing thing we are doing – raising children.  The responsibility is enormous; the payoff is larger still.