It was bedtime. The kids were all doing their various avoidance games. I just wanted some time to myself.
The four year old wanted a boo boo fixed on his elbow. It was just a small scrape, but it did look like it needed some antibacterial and a bandage. I got the stuff, sat on his bed, and patched him up and hoped it was all he needed.
He looked up at me and said, "You're the best Mom."
I managed a quiet "Thanks."
I don't know where that came from but I needed that.