As Zoe and I spent two hours cleaning her room the other night, we came across a scrap of paper with a poem scribbled on it. We both smiled as we remembered the day that we wrote a little poem together. It only took a couple minutes to write, but they were a couple minutes filled with not just learning, but heart connection.
We took turns writing a line. Here's the poem:
My mom and I wanted to write a poem,
About all the reasons we love our home.
I love the snacks, and I love our dog, Shack.
She loves the trees so tall,
And the peaceful green paint on the walls.
I love my brothers,
But I especially love my mother!