Her children arise and call her blessed.
Marsha was washing dinner dishes and chatting with a neighborhood friend when her young son came in with a picture in his hand. Tugging on her skirt, he pointed to the picture and asked a question.
Marsha dried her hands, sat down, lifted the tyke onto her lap, and spent a long time answering his question.
When he trotted out of the room, her friend commended her for interrupting her work to answer the child’s question.
“I expect to be washing dishes for the rest of my life, but never again will my son ask me that question,” Marsha said.
As Mother’s Day approaches, a big thanks to all you dear mothers who have never been too busy for your children—even when it meant that you had to go to bed late and get up early.
Late to bed, early to rise; so it goes
when you’re dealing with small fries.