I woke up to kisses and "Happy Mother's Day" salutations on Sunday. Nothing better to put a smile on my face. I was off the breakfast shift as the kids and husband tackled that. I lounged around until I was summoned to my egg and waffle breakfast. I was living the life, a magazine fairytale for Mother's Day.
And then it happened, my first born prayed over the food and then over me.
"Help my Mom to be a better Mom."
What!?! That was even after a very pleasant morning.
I wonder what he uttered in his prayers last night, after a very long a trying day for me. Oh well, I guess I can use all the help I can get.
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