The ultimate goal of motherhood
Is to raise up baby birds
Who will someday fly away.
We know that we’ve succeeded
When they no longer need us
To drive them to school
To walk them home from school
To brush or comb their hair
To give them sweet milkie at bedtime
To advise them of the dangers of riding the Blue Line at night
To advise them of the dangers of smoking cigarettes
To advise them of the dangers of drinking too much beer
To advise them of the dangers of premarital “relations”
To advise them of the dangers of washing their whites with their darks
God bless all of my fledglings today!
Mother Goose Smiles 