I must hear "Mama" about a hundred times a day. Come to think of it, that is a conservative estimate. I have four kids, so that would give them a daily average of 25 per day. They could easily hit their daily quota in the morning. But, kidding aside, sometimes, I forget how lucky I am to be called "Mama". When all four kids want to tell you about their day, at the same time, I forget. When they all want a snack, at the same time, I forget. When I am busy doing something, trying to be invisible, I forget. When all four kids are sick, I forget. When I am busy trying to measure my baking ingredients, I forget. When I see a messy house, school supplies strewn all over the floor, unfinished meals and non-stop bickering, oh, I REALLY forget. However, when I see an ungroomed child entering the classroom, I am grateful that I am capable of caring for my children. When I get my daily supply of hugs, I am grateful. When I hear an occasional "Thank ...