Compassion through a 7 year old lens…

Each of my children have brought with them something unique and each of them give me something to be thankful for each and every day. If there ever was an award for most compassionate, it would go to the 7 year old, who makes me lucky enough to have him call me mom. It was…

The Bake Sale

“Mama, please? Can I do it?” she pleaded for what seemed like the hundredth time. I heard her but I ashamedly admit that I wasn’t really listening and she begrudgingly walked away, disappointed. Immediately, I was filled with remorse and regret; I chucked the disheveled kitchen towel on the counter, angry at the inanimate object…