Tonight at bedtime I was pulling out my six-year old daughter’s ponytail holder. It got tangled and pulled her hair. She cried out in pain.
“I’m so sorry M. I didn’t mean to do that!”
“It’s ok Mommy. I still love you. Even when you’re up there (points up to Heaven) and I’m really old, I’ll still love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Teary eyed and touched by her thoughtful words, I knew I must be doing something right…