A mother can be almost any size or age, but she will not admit to anything over thirty. She has soft hands and smells good. A mother likes new dresses, music, a clean house, her children’s kisses, and automatic washer, and Daddy.
A mother does not like having her children sick, muddy feet, temper tantrums, loud noise, or bad report cards. She can read a thermometer (much to the amazement of Daddy) and like magic, can kiss a hurt away. She can also bake good cakes and pies, but likes to see her children eat vegetables.
A mother can stuff a fat baby into a snowsuit in seconds and can kiss little faces and make them smile. She is underpaid, has long hours, and gets very little rest. She worries too much about her children. And no matter how old they are, she still likes to think of them as her little babies.
A mother is the guardian angel of the family, the queen, the tender hand of love. She is the best friend anyone ever has. A mother is love.
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