filling my bucket

The other night I was on my way into the bathroom to take off my makeup and fall into bed. Tired, cranky, and a little down, I was ready to snarl at anyone with the misfortune to cross my path. School had started and really I have turned into a short order cook, taxi driver, homework police, and personal secretary to four children and one adult male. Gone were the days of carefree summer days. I didn't notice it at first, I was looking for new lines and grey hairs. There ate the corner of my mirror, written in white window marker was a note; "Guess who loves you mom, lots and lots?......I do, I do.....more than polka dots!"

That was it. That was all it took. Suddenly I didn't feel so tired, and I really didn't care so much about what I looked like. Nor was I still grumbling about the busy day ahead tomorrow. Amazing. I needed someone to put a little water in my bucket, and that simple silly little poem did just that!