I AM the mom that:

~will lay down & die for you
~would kill for you
~will hold you, rock you, sing to you, snuggle you, cry as I watch you sleep
~will read to you every night
~will buy you your first laptop at three & let you have a facebook profile at six
~will give in and eventually let you wear clothes with licensed characters on them (occasionally)

~will sing (really loud) with you & dance all over the house
~always has hand sanitizer, tissues & band-aids
~help you with your homework & makes you do more
~breastfed you
~is VP of the PTO
~keeps 90% of your artwork
~will stand up for you
~will teach you how to kick ass
~will let you swear because words only have the power we give them
~will ensure you don;t have sex until you are old enough to handle it

~will always know where you are
~will know what you are doing because I was the worst child EVER
~will watch movies & share a blanket with you
~will watch Spongebob Scaredy Pants 300X because it makes you happy
~will make you smoke a whole pack of cigarettes {at once} if I catch you smoking one
~will make you drink until you puke & spin the first time I catch you drinking
~will love you like crazy cakes

I am not the mom that:

~sews buttons back on, hems, knits, crochets, etc.
~bakes from scratch
~looks her age
~acts her age
~dresses her age
~acts appropriately
~cooks
~does arts & crafts
~plays board games
~takes shit from other moms

~decorates obsessively for holidays
~gives haircuts at home
~believes that talking about sex makes kids have it
~puts your father (or the "man" in my life) before you
~carries a "mom" purse
~irons
~is selfish

(OK-I baked when I had 1 kid)

It's like a country song..

..."It won't be like this for long" &/or "You're gonna miss this". Where the fuck does the time go once you have kids? My baby girl is nearly 7 and in 1st grade-with homework! My baby boy will be 18 months this Thursday. I honestly feel like I was pregnant a few months ago. I don't want to lose the cuddling, snuggling, hugging,kissing I still get from both of them. Soon Ali will be embarrassed by me. Kai won't relate to me. I will have time to do all the shit I complain that I don't have time to do. I don;t really want that time. I want their eyes to light up when I go into their room 1st thing in the morning. I want to hear all about their day when I get home from work. I want to put them to bed. I want to watch them sleep. I want to be so busy being their mommy that I have no time to wax my eyebrows, get a pedicure, put photos in albums, read, sleep in, go back to alphabetizing my spices...you get the idea.