On Fridays, Xander usually arrives home first (Hans takes a little longer to flirt with the girls).
And although he has nothing more pressing than catching the newest Phineas & Ferb episode Netflix (it’s Friday– must get screentime!) and I’m usually rushing to finish some project before the house fills with children, he begs me to make him something to eat.
It’s not that he’s incapable of making a smoothie or a quesadilla or even slicing up apples to dip in peanut butter– he simply wants evidence he matters; he matters more than anything else I may be doing.
Oh he does very much so. Thank you for this gentle reminder to all of us to show our kids something so important…and simple. xoxo
You are the kind of mother with the ability to let each and every one of your children know that they are the most important!
All your children know they matter. xo
You’re children are blessed that they have YOU to call their mother. xoxo
My kids loves to have me butter their rolls or corn. It’s ridiculous because they can all do it. And funny because if they did it themselves they’d get the buttered item sooner but the it’s not really about butter on bread is it?
I agree with Lisa! I learn from you all the time….