Asher pooped in his room again today.  As soon as I came home from work both Asher and Bill commenced to tell me of the event, how the carpet had to be cleaned, that Asher was in trouble and Mommy and Daddy were not to play with him. (A punishment for whom I wondered?)  His innocent acceptance struck raw nerves and I had to hold back tears.  I snuck into his room after a storyless bedtime.  A chance to offer words my own hurting heart needed to hear.

“It will be okay.  We all make mistakes.  You get to try again tomorrow.  I love you always.”

To which he replied, “Mommy, say it louder, I can’t hear you.  Can you snuggle me?”  

oh yes love, that says it best.