
I am not a Mom....I used to think it might be interesting...then I thought,...no there will probably be a computer program some day that allow me to cross myself with Paul Neuman, John Kennedy or the man of my choice....and I would have satisfied the "wonder what the kids would look like" curiousity. I will not be putting anyone thru college...though Magic our little cat, could use some obedience training...I won't have to stand in line to use my own car...No talking back....the mess I make in the house is my own. I don't have a padlock on the liquor cabinet as my Dad did when my brother hit puberty....Never get calls from the truancy officer or the Principal...no parent teacher conferences...or wondering why my child's report card was the only one "lost in the mail."
Before I get a flood of comments on the Joys of Motherhood....Just like real estate...it's not for everyone...at least with real estate you have the option of becoming "inactive". To all of you who have opted consciously or accidentally to join the ranks of Motherhood....Have a wonderfully happy day and know that you have chosen one of the hardest jobs in the world if you do it correctly.





