I’m Not That Mom

I’ve never claimed to be Paula Deen or Betty Crocker, my idea of a home cooked meal is Stouffer’s Lasagna . . . I’m not that mom. 

I’ve never been the classroom mom, I don’t sign up to chaperone school dances or field trips. (I tried it once, it was a zoo, literally.)

I won’t attend every game, meet, concert, or banquet. I don’t even make it to all the Parent-Teacher conferences . . . I’m just not that mom. 

I’ve never sewn a costume, my holiday decor is non-existent, and even the tooth fairy is usually a day late.  

I don’t throw fancy birthday parties, end-the-year  bashes or summer extravaganzas. . I’m really not that mom. 

I won’t make you the center of my world, you are not the only one, this is a burden I do not believe belongs to you. . . I’m not that mom. 

For all the things that I am not, I am the mom that will love you the best that I know how.

I will sit at the table while we eat our microwaved dinner—no phones, no tv, just you and me. I am that mom. 

I will encourage you to pursue your passions in sports and music, just make sure to keep the grades up. (I’m even on the board of the Cross Country Booster.) 

I will let you stay up late at night to finish the homework that is due tomorrow, and I’ll remind you that I suggested you start it weeks ago. I am that mom. 

I will MacGyver a fix for your dress, your hairstyle is up to you, and I will even paint your room to your taste. 

I have embarrassing talks, insist on meeting your friends, and have dance parties in the car. I am soooo that mom. 

I will make God the center of my world, He is my Number One. I pray you will also put him first in your life. I am that mom. 

For all the ways that I am, He will love you even more perfectly than I know how.

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living,

my baby you’ll be.

Robert Munsch, Love You Forever