It’s Great to be Mom

My life’s purpose can be summed up by this:

Dad brings kid to me.  “He’s your son.”  Meaning kid has pooped.  I clean it (obviously). Because I am Mom.  That is what I do.  I do whatever everyone else is too busy, too grossed out, or feels too degrading to do.  I don’t receive a paycheck for it.  But maybe, just maybe my kids will always love me.  That is “pay” enough.  

And, besides. If anyone ever offered to change the poopy diapers for ME, I would die of shock.  

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