You realize that you're learning more now as a mother than you ever learned in high school and college combined.
You suddenly understand why Mommie Dearest had a hissy fit over wire hangers!
On some days, you are so inspired by the creativity of child-rearing, that you momentarily forget that your children primarily see you as a housekeeper, chef, and chauffeur.
You are in therapy; have been in therapy; talk about going to therapy; or at least understand why some moms desperately need therapy.
You accept that in every learning process there has to be room for error.
You are still awe-struck that you have become your child's greatest role model, mentor, and teacher.
You accept the fact that you are not a perfect, superhuman, Super-Mom, and that you just can't do it all, all the time.
You believe that your own "mistakes" will make you a stronger mother, and not cause your children permanent damage.
You believe that your child, like you, is a wonderful and complex work-in-progress. And you refuse to strap your child with unrealistic expectations of perfectionism.
You've read every parenting book ever written and even toyed with writing your own.
You pledge not to judge another mother's parenting skills ever....especially when her child is having a horrible temper tantrum in a crowded mall. Repeat your mantra --There but for the grace of God, go I.
You refuse to take sides in the Ultimate Mommy Rumble -- the WAHM's against the SAHM's against the Working Moms. Repeat your chant -- Can't we all just get along!
You believe that motherhood and feminism can and should co-exist.
You can't understand why everybody told you that you could "have it all" when the truth is "that something always has to give."
You can't believe that nobody told you how difficult it all would be.
You actually get tired of hearing your own voice, especially when you are speaking in the official "mom tone" and barking some disciplinary command for the one millionth time in one hour.
You love being a mom; but sometimes you hate having to be THE MOM.