Happy belated mother's day.

I have inherited a wonderful thing.

Constance and Ben are sitting on the couch; Constance is helping Ben with his homework. (Handy - Ben remains unconvinced that I have even grade one level French, and McPie is at a show.)

I left kitchen clean-up to check in to make sure everything was going ok. "Perfect!" said Constance, and I didn't doubt her, as I heard only academic discussion (or at least no bickering) from the room.

Then she patted the couch beside her, inviting me to join them.

"I have a little more clean-up to do," I told her.

"Oh, I thought you were finished."

Pause.

"Thank you for doing all the cleaning Heather!"

In my previous life, I never would have thought such words would mean so much.

If you are reading this and you are mother or father, I wish for you a child who thanks you so sincerely (even just once) for cleaning up after them.

I'm calling my girl's mother right after bedtime, to thank her for sharing this gift with me.