One of my favorite moments from Mother’s Day happened during breakfast. While we were all enjoying our treats from Coffee Bean, my husband asked our eight-year-old son: “What’s one of the things you really like that Mommy does? What’s one of the special things Mommy does for you?”
I didn’t know what Ryan would answer. After all, I give him a nightly rub down. I pack love notes in his lunch box each day. I always have chocolate in the house. He can watch part of a DVD every day after school.
Ryan surprised me with his answer. He said, “She reads me an extra story at night.”
Part of our night-time routine is a bedtime story of Ryan’s choosing. Depending on the length of the book, we may only read one book or one chapter. But generally, when Ryan asks for another story, I have a hard time saying no. I check the clock to see that we’re closer to 8:15 than 8:30, and read one more story. After all, there are nights I don’t even get to read any more. There are nights when I’m merely the book-holder and page-turner, and my son reads to us. So I’ve got to grab these moments while I can.
And it made my heart swell to know that these moments mean as much to Ryan, too.