I am Exceptional, I am a Mother



I have managed to stroll one child and hand-hold another while balancing a cake, a purse and a diaper bag...in heels. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I know how to predict and curb a tantrum (hey, it happened once). I am never without a stash of snacks or band-aids. I can fashion a sling out of 2 tube socks in a pinch. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I know my children's health histories, food aversions, fears and hot buttons. I know when snack day, minimum day, share day and pajama day are. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I try to make learning fun, act silly with my kids and accept responsibilities for my failures. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I know how to kill bedtime monsters, get gum out of hair and act as my children's advocate. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I know how to sneak medicine, sneak vegetables and sneak the good Halloween candy for myself. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


I know how to make it all better when no one else can. I am exceptional, I am a mother.


Just because we can all do these things doesn't make even one of us less exceptional. We have witnessed exceptional love from our mothers, our grandmothers, each other, our children and ourselves. We do exceptional things instinctively. We do exceptional things for them. Our every day is exceptional.

We are exceptional, we are mothers.

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