Yesterday I was going down the hall wondering what my son was up to for the past half hour when he should have been getting ready for bed. He quickly hid something as I entered the room. Not a good sign. When questioned his reaction was a mix of sad and sheepish. He reached into his bookshelf and pulled out a Mother’s Day card that he had made for me.
Instead of just handing me the card, (blank on the inside was how it came home from school), he went to the effort to finish it. What a nice boy! I want to always remember that moment, in a way it was better than having received the card on Mother’s Day alongside all the others.