I'd had a pretty hectic day with my four-year-old. When bedtime finally came, I laid down the law: 'We're putting on your p.j.s, brushing your teeth, and reading ONE book. Then it's lights out!'
Her arms went around my neck in a gentle embrace, and she said, 'We learned in Sunday school about little boys and girls who don't have mommies and daddies.'
Even after I'd been such a grouch, I thought, she was still grateful to have me. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, and then she whispered, 'Maybe you could go be THEIR mom?'