After a rough evening of parenting, the boys were finally in bed and I was washing dishes. James slowly padded out of his room , came up behind me at the sink and put his arms around me. "Thanks for being such a good mom when I'm being a brat" he said. "You're welcome honey, now back to bed", I replied.
A few moments later, he returned, hugged me again and said, "Thanks for giving me life and stuff". He turned and went back to his room before I could say anything and it didn't seem necessary to say anything. Smiles, tears and dishwater mix very well together.
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