I was trying to pull up this week's episode of American Idol for the boys. The laptop has been acting up and there was no sound. After tinkering with it for a bit, I simply said "That's not my gift guys, sorry." C was quick to respond..."Singing is a gift. Being a mom is a gift. Being a cook is a gift. Mom, you have plenty of gifts." J addeed in, "Being pretty, Mom. That's one of your gifts."
Oh, to see myself the way they see me.
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