There's nothing like a 7-year-old. She is so sweet, so sincere. All her emotions, all her thoughts, they are right there, laid out on the table for all to see. She wears her heart on her sleeve.
I, for one, love it.
Every drawer I open in my bedroom, every cabinet, had a note for me on Mothers Day. Some were little cards, some short letters, some were the letters M-O-M cut out and decorated. Even the kitchen cabinet where I keep my tea had one. The gist of the notes — all hand-written by my youngest daughter — is that I am the greatest mother in the world. Maybe the greatest mommy ever.
If that doesn't make one feel good, I can't imagine what would.
And as I often remind my children, being a great mommy is easy when you have the greatest kids in the world.
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