I’d pick flowers to bring to mom. Stan was about two years old. He’d grab handfuls of weeds and give them to her. She would honor his gift of weeds as if it were a beautiful bouquet!

She was teaching me by honoring Stan. She was teaching Stan that he was loved. What an example! Not feigned or for show … genuine and natural for her!

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