Sitting in the play area of the doctor's office, my children, Paul, four, and Bailey, three, built a Lego tower while we wto be called for Paul's examination.
"Good job, you guys, "I said, trying not to stoo tired. My husband was away on business, and it was difficult being a  with the kids. "Don't put the Lego in your mouth, Bailey, " I said. Paul grabbed it from him. "That's not nice, Paul, " I said. He gave back the Lego. I looked around and saw an old gentleman in a c was reading something, I wished I could sit q for a while. I wanted to be able to take a rest, or go shopping alone. At once, I was ashamed of myself. What kind of mother was I?" God, " I thought, "help me to be the very best mom I can be." The nurse came into the waiting room to get us. Just at that moment, the old gentleman in the waiting room put down his m and came up to me. With a smile on his face, he said, "Your children are  l to have such a wonderful mother." "Thank you, "I replied in a low vand watched him walk back to his seat. We f  the nurse into the examination room. While she weighed Paul, I told her how that man had made my day.
Now when I feel tired I remember the encouraging w  of the old gentleman.