Mommies

I’d had a pretty hectic day with my four-year-old. When bed-time finally came,
I laid down the law: “We’re putting on your p.j.s, brushing your teeth, and
reading ONE book. Then it’s lights out!” Her arms went around my neck in a
gentle embrace, and she said, “We learned in Sunday school about little boys and
girls who don’t have mommies and daddies.”
Even after I’d been such a grouch, I thought, she was still grateful to have
me. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, and then she whispered, “Maybe you
could go be THEIR mom?”