Bergen Hawkeye,  HomeLife

and I hope it’s always true . . .

I wore this headband this weekend.

My six-year-old son made it for me a few weeks ago when I was sick.

It’s crafted from a waistband of a pair of bear-print pajama pants that he outgrew.

And I didn’t stay home all day.

I actually left the house.  Ran errands.

And it was both an easy decision and a hard one.

But this is what I decided.

The message to my son that he matters,

that the works of his hands are precious to me,

that message

matters more to me than what strangers may think of my fashion sense.

I mess up.

All the time.

But my hope is this . . .

May I always care more about the messages I am sending to my children

than I care about the messages I am sending to strangers.

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