Me with two of my three beautiful sons.
To my children
Other mums are never late
Last mum standing at the school gate.
Other mums bake lovely cakes,
Their icing doesn’t run all over the plate.
Other mums on rainy days
Have fun lined up, go to a soft play.
Other mums never forget
Your sippy cup, book bag, a promise not met.
Other mums never break down,
Cry in front of you or even frown.
Other mums are playdate queens
There’s no one to whose house you’ve not been.
Other mums baby massage
You every night straight after your bath.
Other mums are calm first thing
Get ready for the day without shouting.
Other mums are super cooks,
Make healthy meals without a book.
Other mums know the next step
Research it, plan it, have it all in their heads.
Other mums don’t dry each grape
One by one ‘cos you like them that way.
Other mums steer clear of mud
Don’t let you sit in puddles you’ve jumped.
Other mums don’t catch your hand
When you stumble or struggle to understand.
Other mums don’t recognise
The grace of your body, the glory of your mind.
Other mums do things perfectly,
But no other mum loves you like me.
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November 5, 2020
Other Mums – Wry Mummy
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Me with two of my three beautiful sons.
To my children
Other mums are never late
Last mum standing at the school gate.
Other mums bake lovely cakes,
Their icing doesn’t run all over the plate.
Other mums on rainy days
Have fun lined up, go to a soft play.
Other mums never forget
Your sippy cup, book bag, a promise not met.
Other mums never break down,
Cry in front of you or even frown.
Other mums are playdate queens
There’s no one to whose house you’ve not been.
Other mums baby massage
You every night straight after your bath.
Other mums are calm first thing
Get ready for the day without shouting.
Other mums are super cooks,
Make healthy meals without a book.
Other mums know the next step
Research it, plan it, have it all in their heads.
Other mums don’t dry each grape
One by one ‘cos you like them that way.
Other mums steer clear of mud
Don’t let you sit in puddles you’ve jumped.
Other mums don’t catch your hand
When you stumble or struggle to understand.
Other mums don’t recognise
The grace of your body, the glory of your mind.
Other mums do things perfectly,
But no other mum loves you like me.
Like this? Like me on Facebook.
Follow my blog with Bloglovin – my URL has changed so if you followed me before, please click here to follow my new site!