This morning I heard my boys whispering intently in their playroom. I waited a while until I went to inquire as to the topic of such debate and found them playing amicably. I inquired as to what they’d been whispering about and was told, by my five year old Evan, “We were working out our differences.” I smiled and said, “Oh. Okay.” Then went about my business. There are some days when you feel like you’re failing as a mother and other times when you feel like you’re doing it right. This morning I felt like I was doing it right.
Love & Hope