It was one of those days, you know?
I couldn’t face one more meal denied before it even made it on the dish.
Not one more afternoon of shuttling, scuffling, entertaining and refereeing.
Not another Friday before another weekend with nothing to do but stare slack-jawed at all the eyes, ears and bodies attached to my own.
Then my son looked at my t-shirt and said
“Oh Momma! I really like how your shirt says “MERÇI”!”
Bless that sweet bilingual child because in that moment he reminded me of who I am and of all that I am capable.
There is never a day when I don’t have more to give because of who I’m giving it to
but a little merçi sure feels good.