When I was a little girl, rocking my little dolls, I remember thinking I would be the world's best mom, and so far I've done it.

When I was in nursery school, the teachers asked me, y'know, 'What does your dad do for a living?' So I said 'He helps women get pregnant!' They called my mom and they were like, 'What exactly does your husband do?'

Like a lot of you, I grew up in a family on the ragged edges of the middle class. My daddy sold carpeting and ended up as a maintenance man. After he had a heart attack, my mom worked the phones at Sears so we could hang on to our house.

I could do without 'cool' publications calling me 'mom jazz.' But I laughed all the way to the bank, baby.

My mom just didn't put a very high premium on me being like really famous or really wealthy or anything.