"I've got her Mom," said a voice from the porch who really should've been learning instead of bowing to the whim of a toddler.
"Thanks," said a voice from the kitchen who really should've been tending to the toddler instead of attempting a chore or two. I helped him load the "fwing" and then returned my attention to my task at hand.
I told myself that I'd take over in a minute so he could get back to his studies, as soon as I'd finished the grocery list and the breakfast dishes.
I peeked out the window to check on them after the grocery list was complete. Surely I had a few minutes to do my hair.
Many, many minutes later, my conscience could handle the child-care-at-the-expense-of-education no longer. I determined that a good mother could set aside her agenda to push her youngest child in the swing on a beautiful sunny morning for a few minutes. A good teaching mother would never hinder her student's studies just so she could get a few household chores finished, or makeup applied, or sneak into an Easter basket or two.
These thoughts and a few others were bulldozing through my mind as I rounded the corner from the back porch. That is until I saw ...
...until I saw that I was helping to raise a multi-tasking, compassionate big brother. (Today, anyway!) Whoo Hoo!
(I feel kinda bad for stealing his Easter candy!)