When as a mom, if you think what you do doesn’t always matter, think again.
I was thinking that way just this morning when my 2 year old brought me his toy car that quit working. It talks and makes race car noises. With big sad eyes and very upset he holds his car up to me and says, ”Fix car?” New batteries didn’t work, so I decided to take it apart. After mending a broken wire, handing it back to him and seeing his big smile that was worth more to me than any paycheck I have ever received before. Five minutes of my time made me a hero in his eyes.
Thanks God for sending me that project to remind me I still have a place here.
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