Behind him, his mom, Jenna, stood with wide eyes. "Sandra? Your door was open. Are you okay?"
My morning started like a sprint. My husband, Mark, was already on a work call in the home office. My son, Liam (14), was in the "I’m too cool for breakfast" phase. My daughter, Chloe (11), had a science diorama due that morning that she had conveniently forgotten to mention until 10 PM the night before. mom pov sandra
"Do you know what I see?" Jenna said quietly, pointing toward the kitchen. "From my POV? I see a mom who made a dinosaur diorama at 11 PM. I see a dog who is still alive and fed. I see a son who felt safe enough to forget his permission slip because he knew you'd handle it." Behind him, his mom, Jenna, stood with wide eyes