The other day when the sun shone for a moment between rain, my kids called me outside. Grasping at any excuse not to finish the laundry, I went running.
My son handed me a rope and said, “Will you tie me to this pole?”
I’ve waited all my life to hear him ask this one question.
Grabbing the rope, I ran circles before he could change his mind. Motorists slowed to a crawl. They were jealous. For once in my life, every parent wanted to be me.
The day I tied my son to a pole will remain a highlight in my mothering career.
Happy Mother’s Day to me.