I received this poem in an email from a dear friend of mine recently and just had to share it with as many other Mums as possible. I think it’s so apt.

Being a Mother…

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve have your baby; that somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is history.

Somebody said that you learn how to be a mother by instinct; that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping!

Somebody said that being an adult is boring; that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a learner’s permit.

Somebody said that if you’re a ‘good’ mother then your children will ‘turn out good’; that somebody thinks that children come with a handbook and guarantee.

Somebody said ‘good’ mothers never raise their voice; that somebody never came out the back door just in time to see their child hit a golf ball through the neighbour’s kitchen window.

Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother; that somebody never helped a fourth grader with their math.

Somebody said that you can’t love the fifth child as much as you love the first; that somebody doesn’t have five children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books; that somebody never had a child that stuffed beans up their nose or in their ears.

Somebody said the hardest part about being a mother is the labour and delivery; that somebody never watched their ‘baby’ get on the bus on the first day of school… or a plane heading for military boot camp.

Somebody said that a mother can do her job with her eyes shut and one hand tied behind her back; that somebody never organised four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said that a mother can stop worrying the day that her child gets married; that somebody doesn’t know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother’s heartstrings.

Somebody said that a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home; that somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody says your mother knows you love her so you don’t need to tell her; that somebody isn’t a mother.

To all the mother’s of the world, I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day this Sunday.