Mother's day

jmmom
Fri, 06 May 2005 20:43:08 +0000

When S was about 8 years old, he came into the house on his roller blades and sheepishly said he had something “really bad” to tell me.

He had been rollerblading in the garage. Who knows why? (we only had a 200’ driveway!). He had broken the headlamp on my car.

Now, if he had not mentioned it, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it for days. Would have assumed it happened in some parking lot. I was so proud of him coming in to tell me the truth about something he felt he had done wrong, and taking responsibility. It was the best mother’s day gift he could have given me, and the one I always remember when asked what my favorite gift has been.