Who Am I?

I am not a supermodel. I am not a millionaire. I am not a philanthropist, a world-traveler or a jet-setter. I am not a rock star; I don’t have a reality show. By the world’s standards, I am not very important. I drive a minivan, not a limo.

So who am I?

I am the wake-upper, bed-maker, teeth-brusher.

I am the breakfast-cooker, juice-pourer, apple-cutter.

I am the dish-washer, table-wiper, floor-sweeper, vitamin-giver.

I am the laundry-doer, clothes-folder, basket-carrier, dress-hanger, sock-finder.

I am the wish-hearer, doll-fixer, story-teller.

I am the book-reader, swing-pusher, puzzle-solver.

I am the game-player, Play-doh squisher, bubble-blower.

I am the cheese-slicer, sandwich-maker, juice-box-opener.

I am the hug-giver, boo-boo-kisser, Band-aid-sticker.

I am the hand-holder, car-seat-buckler, stroller-pusher.

I am the scrapbooker, picture-taker, history-keeper, photo-framer.

I am the TV-policer, grocery-shopper, mess-cleaner.

I am the bath-giver, hair-brusher, diaper-changer, baby-snuggler.

I am the prayer-listener, lullaby-singer, tucker-inner, lock-checker.

I am the shadow-chaser, bee-smacker, spider-stomper.

I am the tear-drier, nose-wiper, potty-taker, hand-washer.

I am the up-all-nighter, hold-on-tighter, monster-fighter.

Who am I, you ask?

I am Mom.


-from my 7/31/11 article from www.mentorpatch.com