While at work:
Opening your laptop bag, and a toy falls out.
Whatever your wardrobe, having at least one spot of dried drool, milk, snot, or food on it.
Mixed in with your TPS reports are kids' pictures.
Finding remnants of your son's sticky peanut butter goodbye kiss on your cheek.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
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How about this: opening your suitcase on an overnight business trip and discovering a GREEN PLASTIC FROG in your underwear? :-)
or raising your hand to ask a question at a "very important work meeting with top officials" only to realize that there is a Wiggles band aid on one of your fingers. But I am sure we would never trade these "evidence of motherhood" for pristine business suits, proper stationery or undamaged lipsticks.
Last week at Mass, a man went forward to Commmunion, carrying his infant daughter, with the baby's bib laid over his shoulder, just in case. He wore the bib proudly, I thought, like a badge of honor.
Any other parent, seeing an "Evidence of Motherhood (or Fatherhood)" will smile, inwardly or otherwise, and remember their own...
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