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Priceless moms

I often joke about being the recipient of the Mother of the Year Award -- usually when I've done something horrible or neglectful or stupid as a mother. So imagine my delight to learn with this breaking news story that I am, in fact, this year's recipient of the coveted award! One of the funniest e-mails I've received in a long time -- I'm just replaying and replaying and replaying it.

In other news, I read today that if stay-at-home moms were actually paid for the work they do on a daily basis, they'd be earning over $122,000 annually. Not bad. And working moms would be earning over $76,000 in addition to their at-work salary. (With that kind of cash, I could actually hire the nanny, personal trainer, and chef that I long for!)

I happen to think what we do is priceless, but this gives it interesting perspective.

I suppose, too, we're paid in other ways...snuggles, kisses, tiny hands holding ours, sweet voices singing made-up songs. It's nice work if you can get it.

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  1. paddyandhenrysmomMay 5, 2009 at 9:28 PM

    It is the best job, that's for sure, even if I don't always appreciate it. Padraic calls me his sweetheart and had me make a "heart chart" that shows with many rows and columns of hearts how much I love him. He's since turned it around and said it indicates how much he loves me, Daddy, and Henry. If I could save time in a bottle....

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