Mornings can be hard sometimes. You wake up cranky, and the last thing you want to do is make lunches, make breakfast, fetch your kids some clean socks out of the dryer, sign the permission form for the school field trip, etc.
I was having one of those mornings recently, and to top it off, neither of the boys was listening to a word I said. I finally snapped and launched into a fairly heated lecture about respect and paying attention, complete with, “Wipe that smile off your face!” and, “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
A went upstairs, head bowed, and I could hear him crying in his room. After a few minutes passed, I went up and apologized for losing my temper. He muttered, “It’s O.K.” and went back to his room. He came back a few minutes later and handed me the following letter:
to: Mom and dad
dear mom and dad,
I love you both very much and I exept your apology dad. I hope we can make up to each other by you walking me to my door. That way we will be able to co-oporate together and set things right.
And suddenly my day was a bit brighter…