Teacher

Quint was playing play dough. He was learning how to hold the scissors. I showed him how and then he said

"thank you for teaching me mommy". I love these moments when he is so perfect and polite. I said "your welcome, I love teaching you". He then said "you my teacher mommy?"

I paused taken back by the question. I like to think of our family in terms of a team where BK and I are the head coaches. Guiding the boys in this game of life. But, a coach, also teaches skills, and the more I thought about it, my day is full of teaching.

After this realization, I responded "yes, I am your teacher"

Quint replied to me "thank you for being my teacher mommy"

Melt my heart.