This morning during the childrens sermon at church, the speaker told all the children to tell the moms they see that they appreciate them.  Made sense.  So imagine my surprise when a five year old I do not know hugged me and told me that I’m a pretty good mom.

Although I’m fond of children in small manageable groups, I’ve always felt very good about not being a mom, what with all the broke-ness and single-ness.

I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some stuff for the dinner my sisters and I were making for my mother and, on the way out, an old guy shouted after me “baby, after seeing your tits I know I’ll have a happy mother’s day.”  This old man, by the way, is a retired Baptist minister.

So, let’s add festive bosoms to the reasons I’m okay being childless.