That is the question my son asked me recently. While he’s too old to put into a time out, I did give him the silent, from afar, “look.†You know, the Mom Look that is capable of wilting the most evil of souls?
I think I’ve explained this before, but it’s worth repeating. The reason I have a weekly post called, “The best part of my day,†is because I want you to think about your bestest part of the day as well.
When my (apparently forgetful) kids were young, we had a nightly bedtime ritual. I’d read them a story, or when they were old enough, they’d read me a story. Afterwards the kids would say their prayers. Before I said goodnight I’d ask, “What was the best part of your day?†I wanted them to fall asleep on a positive note, and now I want you, my readers, to be inspired to do the same. (Don’t fall asleep if you read my blog at work! That’s just wrong on many levels and hurts my feelings. Don’t ex-snore me!)
My son redeemed himself, however. Here is how he finished the email: Well Mother, you seem to be continuing on an exciting journey, and I hope your dreams become realized! I hope my analysis was found to be helpful, and not unsolicited advice, even though you invited me to look at, and give feedback.
Great children? The best part of my day.
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