My son is getting ready to go to bed.
He asks for his doggie.
(It is a puppet and blanket his friend gave him a year or two ago.)
He sees the tongue is still ripped.
He reminds me that I said I would fix it.
I said I would but I did not promise.
I am like other Mom’s and I don’t like to make promises.
It means I have to do something for sure.
I don’t think the ripped tongue is such a big deal.
But he does.
So I promise.
The next day I think I really don’t want to fix the tongue.
It is a waste of my time.
Who care’s about a stupid ripped tongue.
But then I think about my promise to my son.
I think about how important this is to him.
I think about how much I love him.
So I get excited to fix the tongue.
I get creative.
I have fun fixing the tongue.
Then I put it in his bed so he will see it tonight.
When he does he looks so happy.
He thanks me for keeping my promise.
He asks me how I thought of it.
I tell him it was a labor of love.
Every time he sees the dogs new tongue He will be reminded of how much his Mom loves him.