Yesterday was Mother’s Day. In my house it was a crazy day. I woke up at around 6:30 to shower and get to a 7:20 shiur. I davened at 8 and then picked up an iced coffee for my wife. Afterwards, my wife drove me to the college where I teach and I didn’t get back until around 12:45. At that time, my kids and I gave my wife some small gifts and then she was off to take our oldest daughter shopping while I took my son to his little league game. Two of my other daughters agreed to take care of the little ones while we were all out and about. I was a bit bummed since I knew that upon returning home, my wife and I would be running out to a fund raising dinner and that the kids wouldn’t really have a chance to see her. While, we’re not very big on Mother’s Day, I just kind of felt that the day was a little shvach (weak) for my wife.
Then, upon getting home, I saw this on the driveway.
Sometimes it’s the little things that really make a difference.
That is really sweet. You’re raising good girls.
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Awww, that is so sweet!
You have very thoughtful children David!
They are good but it has nothing to do with me.
Soooo adorable ! Ure really a good daddy and husband.Arent kids the cutest things around.I babysat one of my little adorable nieces all day today and I got personalized artwork for my walls and a brilliantly beaded necklace in funky colors.Anyway, I decided there is no such thing as giving kids too much attention or too much giving.
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Cuz its stuff like chalked love messages on driveways, creative kid artwork and beaded with love jewelry or catching a pink sunrise with all the wake up really early kind of kids together, this stuff is worth so much more than sleeping late,pink diamonds/Scotland getaways and Vegas vacations (though there is nothing wrong with having your cake and eating it too (think part time aunt instead of full time mother
Hey, I was an uncle for 8 years before I was a Fahter. It’s kinda like being a CIT