I find joy when I see my children get so excited about simple things, like helping me stir the cake batter. My three-year-old in particular has kept very close to my elbow lately, constantly telling me "I can help" and "Let me do it myself, Mommy." Oftentimes I have to swallow my impatience as my tasks inevitably take longer to complete with my son's help, but still my heart swells with love and pride (and, I admit, a bit of sadness for time that passes too quickly) over what my little boy is already big enough to accomplish.
*I wrote this in December. My little boy is four now.
*I wrote this in December. My little boy is four now.
