Baton Rouge moms rush ahead to open the door for you when you’re manning an unwieldy stroller.
Baton Rouge moms smile at cranky babies. They offer encouragement in the checkout line at Albertson’s when your two boys are acting like wild hooligans. They tell you it’s going to be alright, and they know what they’re talking about because they were once where you are and they lived to tell about it.
Baton Rouge moms offer you a glass of wine or a cup of coffee when you come over. Sometimes they’ll offer you both, because it’s not quite morning, but it’s not quite noon, and it’s been a rough day already.
Baton Rouge moms knock on your window to tell you that you left a sippy cup on top of your car.
Baton Rouge moms chase you down in the middle of the mall to hand you a missing shoe or a dropped lovey. They tell you “It’s alright, I have one at home too” when your oldest child stomps his feet and screams “YOU’RE MEAN!” in public.
They stop you in Target or on the playground to tell you that your tag is sticking out of the back of your shirt.
Baton Rouge moms know how to cook. But if they don’t feel like cooking, they also know how to order enough food to feed everybody, because Baton Rouge moms love to eat.
Baton Rouge moms don’t care what you look like, where you come from, or what you wear.
Baton Rouge moms care who you are.