He Stole My Heart...

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. 

Lunch.

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!

My children are a true gift from God!

There's this boy who stole my heart. He calls me mom.

*Linking up with The MOB Society.