Small moments...

Before I left the US, my sister Stephanie reminded me that angels are international. She was speaking of my Mom and she didn't want me to forget that she is with me always. 

This morning, I pulled out a random box of crayons for me to use to make yet another potty reward chart (musings about that will not be on this lovely blog).  In any case, I used a few colors and put them back in the box and left them on the kids table. The boys and I went about our errands this morning and came back to meet our pest control person. 

As I was speaking with the gentleman, I suddenly needed to contend with yet another potty accident.  Ok, fine.  At this point I'm frustrated with this regression phase and feeling hopeless. The exact words that went through my mind was, "oh, this is hopeless". 

I was just about to get back to speaking with the patiently waiting pest control man when Oliver comes running up to me frantically.  "Mommy, mommy, I found a note!" I said, "Ok honey, I'll look at it in a minute." He said, "But Mom, who is it from?!" I hastily said, "Oh, Oliver I don't know. Let me see and then I have to finish speaking with this man."

I looked at it and stopped in my tracks, hugged Oliver and said thank you.

My mom gave me this particular box of crayons way, way back.  She would always give us things like this with little notes to make us smile.  I've probably had them for over 15 years and I NEVER knew there was note inside.  I've just moved the crayons with me from house to house to house. It's a sin to throw away a perfectly good box of crayons.

I'm certainly glad that today was the day I read the note. It was even more special that one of my own children found it.  Thanks Mom.