It’s always nice to know someone is thinking of you. I have good kids who think of me often. The younger one, though he’s almost 9, picks a flower for me from the yard almost every day when he gets off the school bus. (Thankfully they are “weeds” such as dandelions, and not a neighbor’s roses.)
Last week he even confessed, “I thought of you while I was at school and I missed you so much I wanted to cry.” He’s a tender-hearted boy who requests cuddles often and unashamedly loves kittens, babies and Silly Bandz, (even the pink ones.)
My older son is 12 now and a little more reserved. He shows his love in more practical ways like washing the dishes after dinner or helping with yard work completely unasked, which is fine since cuddling would be a little awkward. He’s already taller than me and has quite a mustache growing.
That being said, he still thinks of me. I know this because the other day he came home with a little surprise. Apparently he went to the school book fair, and using his own money, he bought me this bookmark.
He said he knew it was perfect for me because it’s in Spanish.