How Are You Honoring Moms This Week?

This week at NanaHood it’s all about moms; after all, nanas were moms first. One of my favorite moms was Erma Bombeck. I loved her wit and wisdom and so did my mother. So, I thought I’d start the week off with a little Erma.

• I was one of the luckier women who came to motherhood with some experience. I owned a Yorkshire Terrier for three years.
• Immediately following birth, every new mother drags from her bed and awkwardly pulls herself up on the pedestal provided for her.
• I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn’t wake up until the kid was ready to start school.
• I think I blew it. I talked too much and said too little.
• Girls not knowing about money and figures is a myth. Girls start to outspend boys before puberty – and they manage to maintain this lead until death or an ugly credit manager, whichever comes first.
• Males are born with a closed fist. Girls are born with the left hand cramped in a position of the size of an American Express card.
• Hair can be as long as shabby, and as dirty as it wants to be. It can be braided around the head five times or hang down to the tailbone in a ponytail. . . as long as it’s on someone else’s son.
• The minister, in his desperate struggle for an analogy for comfort, said to her three sons sitting rigid in the front row, “Think of your mother as the spirit leaving the body. The shell is here, but the nut is gone.”
• Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit.
• There is possibly no guilt in this world to compare with leaving a sick child with a babysitter. The sitter could be Mother Theresa and you would still feel rotten. There is something about having your child throw up without you that is difficult to live with.
• I once spent more time writing a note of instructions to a babysitter than I did on my first book
• I got so much food spit back in my face when my kids were small, I put windshield wipers on my glasses.
• A lot of things have been done in bed in the name of love . . . but nothing comes close to the traditional Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.
• There will be other Mother’s Days and a parade of gifts that will astound and amaze you, but not one of them will ever measure up to the sound of your children in the kitchen on Mother’s Day whispering, “Don’t you dare bleed on Mom’s breakfast.”
• She has her hands full trying to get David toilet trained. She got him a little potty seat that plays music when he tinkles. It should play ‘The Impossible Dream.’
• I try to be good mother, a loving mother, a considerate mother, who wants to see her children happy. That’s too bad. Shallow and unfeeling is a lot cheaper.
• That Yankee daughter-in-law of mine doesn’t even trust me to diaper the baby. She said things have changed. The plumbing looked the same to me.

These quotes are from her book, “Motherhood, The Second Oldest Profession”

There are only three days left to nominate a mom you know for Mother of the Year at NanaHood and the chance to win a quilt for her. Send me an email (teresa@nanahood.com) and brag on her before Wednesday and you might win her a queen size home made quilt!

Come on ladies and gents…I know you can do it! Get those fingers typing and tell me about a super mom you know!

You know you want a chance to brag on her! It’s not about the winning…it’s about the telling. Share your story and honor a mom! She will appreciate it a lot more than a bouquet of flowers.