My Son, I Love You Too: Moving Tale Of Parent and Child

As seen on the web:

mother-kissing-child2‘I ran into a stranger as he passed by, “Oh excuse me please,” was my reply.

He said, “Please excuse me too.’ We went on our way saying good-bye.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still.

As I turned, I nearly knocked him down. “Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

I looked on the kitchen floor, and found some flowers there by the door.

My heart said – Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed, “Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.

“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”

He smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.

I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you. I knew you’d like ’em, especially the blue.”

I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”

He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay. I love you anyway.”

I said, “Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

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