Last week as I returned home from work, my two sons were all over me with their stories –each of them animatedly telling me what they’d been up to all day –each trying to outdo the other in how fast and how loud they can be. And they can be really fast and loud, trust me. As they did so, one particular phrase that they kept repeating stood out.
“Mummy….surprise….mummy…box….mummy…open…box….something nice….box…..mummy box… open now mummy….box…this they said as they dragged me to a section of the room – one pulling my right hand and the other pulling the left.
When I finally got to where they were leading me, I saw it. It was glittering. Tantalizing. Warm. Calling out for me. It was wrapped in blue. Looking all nice and inviting. It was indeed a box –as the boys had been energetically harping on about. As I got closer, I could see its contents and my mind immediately drifted to my pregnant days, those times I’d go around shopping for newborn stuff.
So the boys let go of my hands and gently presented the box to me saying: “Mummy we have something nice for you”. Awww, these my sweet lovely boys. They are such adorable little munchkins. They make me want to tear so many times – and so many times I not only tear, but I actually cry me a river –just thinking of the precious blessings they are. They are my pride; my possession.
Continue reading this experience on this link: http://bit.ly/23ZhHzU at Mum’s Village where I am a guest writer for this article.
