Moms Rock!

May 7, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

I have realized something over the years. I was blessed with an incredible mother and I am blessed to be married to one too.

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This is a picture of my wife, Sara, and she probably will not be happy that I put it on this site. But I thought it appropriate to showcase the mother of the year (yet again) for all of you to see (no disrespect to all the other moms… it’s a very complex scoring system that I don’t fully understand– and I have been told it was a close vote this year).

It is a beautiful thing to see a mother in action– using the gifts God has provided to reveal his image in the world today. I got to witness it growing up and I get to see it every day… Thanks Moms.

 

I do think Moms Rock… and so I hope you enjoy these observations I came across over the years.

 

You’re Really a Mom When…

  • You count the number of sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they are equal. 
  • You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child’s favorite toy and made him/her cry.
  • You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
  • You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
  • Your child throws up and you catch it.
  • Someone else’s kid throws up at a party and you keep eating.
  • You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance.
  • You mastered the art of placing food on a plate without anything touching.
  • Your child insists that you read “Once upon a Potty” out loud in the lobby of the doctor’s office and you do it.
  • You hire a baby sitter because you haven’t been out with your husband in ages, then you spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids.
  • You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it’s the only one your child eats.
  • You find yourself cutting your husband’s sandwiches into unusual shapes.
  • You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter shoots Bambi’s mother.
  • You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting during his first month at school, then you obsess when he skips in without looking back.
  • You can’t bear to give away baby clothes–it’s so final.
  • You hear your mother’s voice coming out of your mouth when you say, “Not in your good clothes.”
  • You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
  • You read that the average-five-year old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is “above average.”

 

The Stages of Motherhood 

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

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