Mr. Rogers likes me just the way I am, despite the fact I might be carrying a wad of ABC gum (already been chewed) or something yucky from somebody’s nose.
Since COVID-19 I try not to wash my children’s face with spit. I ask everyone about their rashes, or fevers.
When I am shopping (this rare occasion to get out and go wild) I usually have some stain on my shoulder from baby spit up. Also, my hair has only been in a ponytail since?????
You may have seen me with a child sitting in the grocery cart, kicking my stomach, and yelling are we eating dog food again??? Another clue is I could have one child strapped on me and chasing the only child in history who can be in 12 places at once.
Another clue is I am the one shouting “Don’t touch that!”, or the very red-faced person muttering “I’m never doing this again!” as I get my child off the display toilet. Remember potty training????
I usually have a glazed look on my face after answering for the millionth time, “I do not know what worms eat.”
I used to be intelligent, always thinking of the deep secrets of the universe. I spent years in college preparing for great challenges of life. I remember when getting together with friends meant conversations about current events, love, and the meaning of life.
I know you do not know my first name—I no longer have one. I answer to my child or any child calling Mom, Mommy, Mamma or WAAAAAAAHHHH!
We at ForsythCounty.com and FoCo Woman salute all the everyday heroes THE MOM’S.