Before I was a mom

I made and ate hot meals.

I had unstained clothing.

I had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a Mom

I slept as late as I wanted

and never worried about how late I got into bed.

I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was Mom

I cleaned my house each day.

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies.

Before I was a Mom

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom

I had never been puked on

pooped on

spit on

chewed on

peed on

or pinched by tiny fingers

Before I was a Mom

I had complete control of my mind

my thoughts

and my body.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom

I never held down a screaming child

so that doctors could do tests

or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a

baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom

I never held a sleeping baby just because

I didn't want to put it down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces

when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small

could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom

I didn't know the feeling of having my

heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed

a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small

could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night

every 10 minutes to make sure all was ok

I had never known the warmth

the joy, the love, the heartache,

the wonderfulment

or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much

before I was a Mom.

-Anon.-

Real Mothers. . . .

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 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 Mama to Mommy to Mom...

The Images of 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?

65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom

The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,

The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must  be seen from in her eyes,

Because that is the doorway to her heart,  the  place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,

But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring  that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows,

And the beauty of a woman  With passing years-only grows!

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