Just as I sat down for a few minutes to work on homeschool lesson plans, I heard John Caden calling, "Mommy....Mommy. Daddy, where's Mommy?" To be honest I was hoping Tim would divert him from finding me---I was hoping for just 30 minutes of productive time with no interruptions---but no such luck. Tim told him I was in the office. :(
"Mommy, " he said as he walked in showing me the little wooden doll below, "this one kind of looks like you." His voice was so sweet. My heart melted when I looked at the doll.
Her face looked so loving, so compassionate, so unhurried, so welcoming...so much like the "mommy" I desire for him to see me as...yet so far from the busy "mother" I'm afraid I often am to him. I was humbled---from all the other wooden dolls he could have chosen from, he picked this one.
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