June 29, 2012
As I snuggle with a blanket and a box of tissue, my growing to-do list plays in my head like a broken record. There are kitchens to design. Homeschool activities are undone. Bills need to be paid. After a week in bed, I scared of the piles of the dirty dishes and laundry that are waiting for me.
Then I hear a squeak of the bedroom door and footsteps. Clutching a tray with a simple breakfast, my littlest son approaches with a smile. My heart swells and I think of all the times the roles have been reversed.
He gently places the tray on the nightstand and whispers, “Get better, Mom.” Before the door clicks shut, I hear “Oh, And we cleaned the house.”
With a deep sigh, I close my eyes and relax. It is in this precious moment that I realize that I have raised my own heroes.
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