Real quick. I was looking through pictures on my phone last night and came across this one that makes me smile, with a tiny mom-tear sneaking out of the corner of my eye.
A while back, my 11-year-old son, Sajen, wrote me a note that reminds me what a gentle heart looks like in the mind of a pre-teen.
You see, we had a box of donut holes on the kitchen counter. Sajen LOVES donut holes. It was late at night and I wandered into the kitchen and noticed that my daughter had eaten most of them. I knew it was her because Sajen had been sleeping for a while. So I wrote her a note to let her know that she was not allowed to eat more of them. I went to bed.
In the morning, I found Sajen’s response to my note. When I asked him about it, he told me that even though she had eaten most of them, there were eight left. So she could still have half of what was left of the donut holes.
I am so blessed.