Happy Friday!  This Sunday we celebrate Mothers.  Of course we know that this is something we should celebrate each and everyday for the many things that Mothers do for us.  This week I thought I would offer some tale tale signs that you are truly embracing the role of Motherhood,

Enjoy!

There is always a box of Popsicles in your freezer.

Most of your television watching involves cartoons.

You always stay up for the 11:00 news, but always fall asleep before the weather.

A day does not go by without either peanut butter and jelly or mac and cheese.

You have determined that almost anything can be cleaned with spit and Kleenex.

You only buy cereal with marshmallows in it.

The closest you get to gourmet cooking is making Rice Krispies Treats or, if you feeling extra fancy, Scotcheroos.

You finish eating your child’s half-eaten food without giving it a second thought.

You automatically double-knot everything you tie.

You remember the places you have gone by the stains on your clothes.

You have determined that there are actually 101 different crafts you can do with Popsicle sticks and chenille stems.

You save empty paper towel and toilet paper rolls for all the great crafts you can make with them.

You know you have a million things that need to be done but you put them all aside to sit in the freezing cold to watch your child’s game and know you took care of the most important task.

You have that rare opportunity to have an adult dinner with you husband and find yourself cutting his steak into small bite-size pieces.

Thought for the Week

“Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I’ll tell them: I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home. … I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your friend was a creep. I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way with a bite out of it to a drugstore and confess, ‘I stole this.’ … But most of all I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.” ~ Erma Bombeck