Just one of Randy's friends who calls me Mom. Gotta love that cookie dough!On Friday nights, my son's friends always spend the night here. Strangely enough, it's one of the high points of my week. I never know exactly how many there will be; last night there were 4. It's music to my ears to hear "Hi Mom" four times as they walk through the door. (5 times if I count my son's.) I love the way they feel so at home here that they think nothing of opening the fridge to see what's in there. I love the laughter, conversation and good night hugs. I love seeing them in the morning as they stumble sleepily up the stairs to see what we're having for breakfast. Most of all, I love knowing who my son hangs out with.
It's been said that it takes a village to raise a child. Randy's friends know that they're always welcome here just as Randy is always welcome at their homes. What a blessing God has given us.
yes,it was always the same with us,The kids were always at our house.And yes,everybody also called me mom.And yes again it is a HUGE blessing.I felt better knowing where my kids were too.Some kids parents never knew,never called...Ann
ReplyDeletethere better be some cookies for me when i get home as well....haha
ReplyDeleteHaving never known the joy of hearing my own child call me "Mom", I have known the joy of having other's children do so. It is indescrible! Even though I had no children, I have had so many children! They bring a joy to one's life that nothing else can. You are blessed indeed to have so many 'sons'!!!
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