This morning my five year old asked me to come up to his bedroom, where he very proudly showed me that he'd made his bed!
"I did it for you Mum," he said. "To help you".
Now of course it's not made properly, as you can very clearly see.
But I love that he thought of me, and wanted to do something to help.
So today I'm grateful for improperly made beds, my special little boy, and the fact that he thought of doing something to make me happy!