
I was starting to slam the dishes around. Just at the top of my frustration level, my son said, "Mom, I made something for you." I stopped my ranting, walked over and stood over him. I folded my hands in front of me and tried to feign niceness, "What?" He put this in my hand, "It's a heart, out of Legos." Completely disarmed, I sat down and bawled like a baby. I was overcome with the simple gesture of his love, trying to help me. I was ashamed of my anger. He reminded me how much I dearly love him. I still did not know how to get him to eat and get dressed for school, but I know I want to be a good mom. And I love him ![]() I was starting to slam the dishes around. Just at the top of my frustration level, my son said, "Mom, I made something for you." I stopped my ranting, walked over and stood over him. I folded my hands in front of me and tried to feign niceness, "What?" He put this in my hand, "It's a heart, out of Legos." Completely disarmed, I sat down and bawled like a baby. I was overcome with the simple gesture of his love, trying to help me. I was ashamed of my anger. He reminded me how much I dearly love him. I still did not know how to get him to eat and get dressed for school, but I know I want to be a good mom. And I love him.
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