I opened the door to find my five year old son, Jayden, sitting in the middle of my makeup- all scattered around him on the floor. "Jayden what are you doing?" I asked angrily. He looked up at me a little fearfully and said "Mommy I just wanted to draw you a picture." Seeing the water well up in his wide blue eyes, I softened. "Why did you use Mommy's makeup instead of all the new crayons I bought you?" I asked. "Because," He replied, "these are pretty colors, and Daddy says that they make you beautiful, and I wanted your picture to be pretty, like you." All my anger burnt out, I hugged Jayden close to me. I felt so bad now about getting angry. He felt the tears on my face before I did, and simply said "Don't cry Mommy. You'll always be prettier than my picture."
Appreciate the small things