Whether from one’s own mother, a beloved aunt or a trusted friend, we all heard it. Some of us actually believed it—that all-too-often-touted mantra: Don’t worry dear, motherhood just comes naturally. In this mostly-true memoir of playful parenting vignettes, the author, with humor and a good bit of tongue-in-cheek, lays bare the fallacies of that statement while admitting to being down a few rungs from June Cleaver and devoid of any exemplary traits necessary to qualify for Mother of the Year.