Motherhood.....what's logic got to do with it?

My Mom Logic

Mother. Mom. Mama. Yep, that's me. Tried and true, til' I'm blue, through and through.

But those two words together.......mom....and logic? Isn't that an oxymoron?
Okay, maybe just in my world.

I think I'm a fairly logical kind of gal...I don't feed my kids motor oil, I don't keep them in the basement in chains, they don't run around naked and unfed.
(Well, not usually anyway on that last one.)

But my question is this......does having logic, being logical, what have you.....does that mean you have to have a brain? Because the biggest casualty of motherhood is the loss of wrinkles in my gray matter. Maybe they're jumping from there to my face. Hmmmm??

I'll answer my own question.

No.

I may forget a soccer game but I don't forget the bedtime kiss.

I may forget to remind Ebug of scouts but I never forget to say I love you.

Roo may stay in his jammies until noon but only because we were too busy being silly and playing together.

The twins are often covered in dirt head to toe and look like they live in a ditch, but that just means they were getting fresh air and were as happy as little piggies playing in the mud.

I have four boys. They call me Mom, or Mommy, or Mama.

And if there is one thing they know.

If there is one thing they can never, ever doubt.

It's that I love them.

And for me, there's nothing more logical than that.




(Note to my readers: this is my entry post into the Mom Logic Mother of All Bloggers contest. They will pick the top ten and then I will let you know if I am one of them and if you can vote for me. Thank you to those that nominated me!)