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Real mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens, and happy kids.
Real mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of shag carpet.
Real mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real mothers sometimes ask "why me?" and get their answer when a little voice says, "because I love you best."
Real mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...it is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom..

IMAGES OF MOTHER:
4 years of age: - My mommy can do anything!
8 years of age: - My mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 years of age: - My mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 years of age: - Naturally, mother doesn't know that, either.
16 years of age: - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 years of age: - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 years of age: - Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 years of age: - Before we decide, let's get mom's opinion.
45 years of age: - Wonder what mom would have thought about it?
65 years of age: - Wish I could talk it over with mom.. >>

My grandmother, who lived in Tucson, was well-known for her faith and lack of reticence in talking about it. She would go out on the front porch and say, "Praise the Lord!"

Her next door neighbor would shout back, "There ain't no Lord!"

During those days, my grandmother was very poor, so the neighbor decided to prove his point by buying a large bag of groceries and placing it at her door.

The next morning, Grandmother went to the porch and, seeing the groceries, said, "Praise the Lord!"

The neighbor stepped out from behind a tree and said, "I brought those groceries, and there ain't no Lord."

Grandmother replied, "Lord, you not only sent me food but you made the devil pay for it."

Sent in by Danno


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