My kids rave over their Mama. They sing her praises most days when she’s at work. As they’ve been getting older, they have also started to gain empathy and one day, my son realized that maybe I might feel left out when they were singing her praises. After my daughter finished a rousing chorus of “Mom rocks !”, my middle boy says to me, very earnestly, “Daddy, you rock too. Your farts stink, but you still rock.”
Thanks, I’ll take it!