He Stole My Heart
By crazyvillefarms on May 05, 2012
There's this boy who stole my heart. He calls me mom.
The day was like any other day...full of non-stop motion. I scrambled to get everyone ready in the morning. Made them breakfast. Brushed their hair. Found some clothes for them to wear. Combed through the house picking up a tractor here and a doll there. Washed and dried mounds of clothing. Put the laundry away. Swept the floors. Washed the dishes. Colored a picture with a child. Watched another perform her newest dance moves. Cuddled for a moment with a sleepy baby.
Then, the bell rang...time for round two.
The routine started again. I fed the hungry children. We laughed. We played. Siblings ran off to play a game of hide-and-go-seek. Toys were put away. More dishes were washed. More laundry was cleaned.
Then, the door bell rang.
I opened the door to see a sweet little boy standing there.
A smile stretched across his face.
I returned the smile, but questioned his intentions.
Without hesitation, he gracefully swung around his little hand so it was no longer behind his back.
There, in his palm, was a beautiful flower.
In the sweetest, most sincere voice ever heard, he muttered...
"Mommy, I picked tis fower for you."
My heart melted.
The tears filled my eyes.
I wasn't upset that he picked one of our only two irises.
Oh, no. His gesture was so pure and loving.
The hustle and bustle of everyday life was now a blur. This moment was special. The reason I love being a mom!
Children are a true gift from God!
*Originally posted on Greetings From Crazyville Farms
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