If you Give a Mom a Muffin

IF YOU GIVE A MOM A MUFFIN
 by Kathy Fictorie

If you give a mom a muffin, she'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.  


She'll pour herself some.  Her three-year old will spill the coffee. 


She'll wipe it up.  


Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.  She'll remember she has to do laundry.  


When she puts the laundry in the washer, she'll trip over some boots and bump into the freezer.  


Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.  


She will get out a pound of hamburger.  She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things to Make with a Pound of Hamburger)  


The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.  


She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.  


She will look for her checkbook.  The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old. 


She'll smell something funny.  She'll change the two-year-old.  


While changing the two-year-old the phone will ring.  Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.  


She'll remember she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee.  


Thinking of coffee will remind her she was going to have a cup.  She will pour herself some.  


And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee, her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

I love this poem, partly due to my own children being obsessed with the whole mouse a cookie series and also the fact that this is my life.  You would just need to add a few more kid's (preteens and a baby no less) and the nonstop noise machine parrot.  In fact I made cookies recently and didn't get a single one.  It's the mommy diet..  When do you get a full meal? The answer is never when you have a toddler that believes food tastes better when it is off your food not their own.

My Baby Boy and Me

I found this poem while sitting here in the wee hours cuddled with my baby boy.  It brought tears to my eyes and had me holding him closer.  I will admit there are days when I just want some peace.  The ability to do any chore with both hands or without him strapped to me.   Getting through an entire bathing ritual without someone calling out for me.  Or feeling like a pit crew when bathing.. how fast can you get everything necessary done?

Now when those days crowd in on me I will take the time to sit in awe of my sweet growing boy and revel in his need to have me close.  One day he will push for his independence, running away and laughing when I ask for hugs or kisses.  He wont remain little for long and his need for me to be near will never be so great.  For now, I will enjoy being the most important person in his life.  Even if it means having an audience while bathing.

My Baby Boy and Me

It's three AM, they're all asleep,
and no-one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine,
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still,
And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.

But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.
...Author Unknown

A Good Parent

Today I was reading a blog post  Bad Mother Manifesto .  It really rang true to me how much pressure is put on us to be perfect parents.  If you get the chance go explore Her Bad Mother.  It has many great posts about motherhood.

Success by Martin Buxbaum

SUCCESS
You can use most any measure
When you're speaking of success.
You can measure it in fancy home,
Expensive car or dress.
But the measure of your real success
Is the one you cannot spend.
It's the way your kids describe you
When they're talking to a friend.

This is one of my favorite parenting poems. It always makes me smile and reaffirms I have made the right choice to be a stay at home mom and support my kids.