Say I lost my wits tomorrow — which seems entirely possible as a mother on cold medicine. There are some things that anyone might use to remind me who belongs to me and where I belong in the family order. The evidence proving that yes, I do have children. You wouldn't even need to show the colorful snacks in the cupboards, the toys over there and everywhere, or even the stacks of princess/candy/fairy/kitten/puppy/cupcake library books. This is how you could show me I am evidently a mom.