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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

"...You might be a mother" of a meme

The following was originally published on the LA Moms Blog by my friend, the very funny Anna Lefler. I thought it might make a good meme, and she has graciously allowed me to turn it into one - thanks, Anna!

Here's how it will work:

Copy and paste this whole thing into your blog (or an e-mail, if that's how you roll), and add one or two of your own "you might be a mother" thoughts at the end. Please identify your additions! Then post or e-mail, encouraging your readers to make their own additions and keep it circulating.

No tagging unless you really want to - this meme is free for the taking, but a link back to the blog where you found it would be very welcome!

Anna's original musings on how to tell that you might be a mother:
If you've ever lusted in your heart after another woman's European umbrella stroller...you might be a mother.
If you've ever excused yourself from an adult gathering to go "winkle,"...you might be a mother.
If you've ever gone on a date night and spent the whole evening talking about your children...you might be a mother.
If you've ever given a fifth of scotch and your therapist's business card as a baby-shower gift...you might be a mother.
If you've ever snuggled with one of your child's stuffed animals in a hotel room when you had to travel alone...you might be a mother.
If you've ever driven past McDonald's and told your children that they're "out" of hamburgers and fries...again...you might be a mother.
If you've ever changed a squirming toddler's diaper in midair rather than touch anything in a nasty roadside bathroom...you might be a mother.
If you've ever spent your lunchtime explaining to your friend how you would handle the bratty kid at the next table...you might be a mother.
If you've ever seen a creepy stranger hovering around a public playground and known, in that moment, that you could kill a man with your bare hands...you might be a mother.
If it takes you three hours to prepare for a two-hour trip to the beach...you might be a mother.
If you are the only person in your home who knows the location of swim goggles, hydrogen peroxide and piano recital music...you might be a mother.
If you've ever secretly gloated when your frightened child ran to you for comfort rather than to his father...you might be a mother.
If you've ever stayed up at night when you could barely keep your eyes open to write a note from the Tooth Fairy in secret fairy code...you might be a mother.
If silence in your home fills you with happiness - followed immediately by dread...you might be a mother.
If you've ever been so desperate to get your child to stop crying on a long car trip that you've offered her all the cash in your wallet...you might be a mother.
If you've ever had your child blow his nose into a tissue, then found yourself using the same tissue on your nose five minutes later...you might be a mother.
If you've ever reached across the table without thinking and wiped your husband's mouth with your napkin...you might be a mother.
If you think your man is at his sexiest when he takes the children on a bike ride so you can have a couple of hours for yourself...you might be a mother.
If you've ever been startled from a deep sleep and exclaimed, "Goodnight, moon!"...you might be a mother.
If you've ever grudgingly admitted that your mother knew a few things after all...you might be a mother.
[With apologies - and much admiration and respect - to Mr. Jeff Foxworthy.]
Florinda's additions:
If you find yourself picking up after people you don't even know...you might be a mother.

If you dole out cold medicine and tissues at the first sound of someone's sniffle...you might be a mother. (Bonus points if you check for a fever via the hand-on-forehead method.)

If you make your family members change their clothes because YOU'RE too hot or too cold...you might be a mother.

Your turn! Copy, paste, add your own, and pass it on via blog or e-mail - and please leave me a comment if you decide to play!

11 comments:

  1. I love your last addition! That's SO my mother. Not me. NEVER me, of course :)

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  2. April - It was my mom too. And I have to admit, sometimes it's me :-).

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  3. Oh, I love, love, love this. I will have to post it, too.

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  4. Hey, Florinda! You are so cool to do this! It makes me happy to see people have fun with it... Thanks so much!

    And have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

    XO

    Anna

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  5. Karen H (Scobberlotcher) - Great - that's the idea! Keep it going. I'm looking forward to seeing your additions!

    Anna L - Thanks for letting me run with your great idea - I REALLY hope it takes off!

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  6. "If you make your family members change their clothes because YOU'RE too hot or too cold...you might be a mother."

    My mother still does this to me...and I'm 26. It takes less effort to go put on a warmer shirt than it does to convince her that really, I'm fine! I will NOT catch my death!

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  7. Ruth - Yeah, that sounds familiar. Maybe that one should end with "...you definitely ARE a mother."

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  8. If your name is Shaft, you're a bad mother...

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  9. I think those two comments are the first ones my husband has ever left here. And for the record, it's always like that around our house.

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Now it's YOUR turn - speak your piece, please! Or just let me know you were here; I always like that. But you'll have to leave a name - I've disallowed anonymous comments due to some recent spam problems. Thanks!