My son came home from school yesterday clutching this in his little hands.
I do not have the words to describe the emotions that swept over me in that instant when I held it in my hand and clasped him to my heart, my eyes brimming with tears as I bent down to kiss his little head.
When asked by his teacher, my four year old could have said he loves me because I give him sweeties or take him to the park or buy him toys. But he chose to say this. "...because she gives me kisses and cuddles when I go to bed."
I could not have asked for a better present for Mother's Day. So simple and yet so precious that all the wealth in the world pales in comparison. It gave me a sense that perhaps I was doing something right after all in this most difficult of tasks of bringing up my son and doing right by him with every ounce of my being.