I woke up this morning and could not recall
Was I a mom or not a mom at all?
Then to me these ten things occurred
And whether I a mother ‘twas no longer blurred.
First within the poop I sifted a mystery
Then walls without marker became history.
I found a ninja sticker on my underwear
And though at our richest we haven’t funds to spare.
A conversation with hubby took the art of a master
for usually one-on-one talk ends with a child disaster.
Quiet time cut short, short as my son’s hair
that had an electric train stuck on a dare.
I took the advice I give my son
Count slowly to five so that anger is done.
Chocolate or poop, I’m not really sure.
Add it to the laundry I have to endure.
And maybe I’ll get to the gym to workout
Getting all dressed breaks a sweat no doubt.
So there ten are, this day of mothering is history
PS—‘Twas a green bean, that item of mystery.
Lynette Moran is a mom of three children from 8 months to age four. She has cloth diapered all three since birth and enjoys all things eco-friendly and mindful living.