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  • I know I'm a mom because ...

    When I fold the laundry and put it in the baskets, it will still be there in a week if I don't put it all away ....

    (feel free to add yours!)


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    ~Mom of 5, married to an ID doc
    ~A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

  • #2
    I know I'm a mom because I am the first person that the short people in my home turn to when they are hurt or sick, but the last when they want an extra serving of dessert. (The joys of living with grandparents.)
    Kris

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    • #3

      These are cute!
      married to an anesthesia attending

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      • #4
        Because I never leave the house without a stain on the shoulder of my blouse.
        Wife and #1 Fan of Attending Adult & Geriatric Psychiatrist.

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        • #5
          Because I'm known across the city of San Antonio only as, "Nikolai's mom." Which I guess is an upgrade from when I was only known at the dog park as "Petey's mom."

          Jenn

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          • #6
            Because:

            --you haven't bought new shoes for yourself in ten months, but you don't even blink before scooping up the Size 13 light-up Spiderman sneakers at Target...because you knew it would make someone far happier than you could ever be with those peep-toed back platforms at Nine West.

            --you haven't been called your first name in your home in at least three years. It is always "Mommy..." "MOM!!!" or "Honey...[followed by a question regarding the obvious location of a household item]"

            --you slept through the 9:00 PM season finale of your all-time favorite show ("Justified"), despite having gotten the dishes done and kids in bed on time...because you made the mistake of sitting down on your bed to watch the episode.

            --The best hug is one around your calves that results in graham cracker crumbs on the knees of your pantsuit.

            --You have walked with a limp, bearing a bruise on your sole, having stepped on abandoned Legos.

            --You have no idea how to respond to the comment: "I am just not ready for kids because I'd like to know myself better first..." because you know that you are not nearly so interesting to warrant putting off kids...who teach you who you truly are and make you more than you ever thought you'd be.
            Last edited by GrayMatterWife; 05-08-2011, 03:46 PM.

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            • #7
              I nag, therefore I am...a mom.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by diggitydot View Post
                I nag, therefore I am...a mom.
                Yep, this.
                Married to a peds surgeon attending

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                • #9
                  On Mother's Day, your husband turns to you (with great swagger, I might add), smiles and says, "I think we know who you really need to thank for being able to celebrate this day. You're welcome." *facepalm*

                  ...baby clothing/toys/accessories/poop has taken over my bedroom/living room/car. ("Who lives here, again?")
                  ...I have no clothes that actually fit me right now.
                  Wife to Family Medicine attending, Mom to DS1 and DS2
                  Professional Relocation Specialist &
                  "The Official IMSN Enabler"

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                  • #10
                    I know I'm a mom because...

                    I consider Legos on the floor of a dark room a form of cruel and unusual punishment.
                    I can nag 4 people on multiple issues simultaneously while getting myself ready, too.
                    Absence of noise frightens me more than cacophony.
                    I tell DD1 to call only if there's blood or fire when we leave her in charge.

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                    • #11
                      I know I'm a Mom because:
                      We survived the teenage years, some days hating one another and without killing each other. Now they are awesome young women who consider me a friend. They call me almost every day, some days several times a day. The one with a child tells me she hopes to be a Mom like I was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                      Luanne
                      wife, mother, nurse practitioner

                      "You have not converted a man because you have silenced him." (John, Viscount Morely, On Compromise, 1874)

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                      • #12
                        My purse is a backpack and it's socially acceptable for the first time since college

                        I said this morning "I had a great sleep" because I only got woken up 3 times.

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                        • #13
                          -I am prone to wipe, tend, mend, feed, scold, nurture, launder, or give the evil eye to pretty much any child. I have become everymom. I am constantly aware that I must be the person that I hope my children meet should they need guidance outside of my presence.
                          -I have no idea who any of the chic chic designers or where the au courant stores are but I know exactly where Gymboree and the Lego store is in the mall.
                          -My life is so much bigger and better and amazing and yet each year it is less and less about me.
                          -My van would have repulsed my former self but now I talk about the next minivan I will buy.
                          -within the span of an hour I can feel rage followed by profound empathy for a child.
                          -getting through the day makes me feel like a used dishrag.
                          Last edited by houseelf; 05-09-2011, 01:26 PM.
                          In my dreams I run with the Kenyans.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by PrincessFiona View Post
                            When I fold the laundry and put it in the baskets, it will still be there in a week if I don't put it all away ....
                            Ok, this happens in my house, and we don't even have kids.
                            Julia - legislative process lover and general government nerd, married to a PICU & Medical Ethics attending, raising a toddler son and expecting a baby daughter Oct '16.

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                            • #15
                              Lol

                              These are awesome!


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                              ~Mom of 5, married to an ID doc
                              ~A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

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