Take me for granted, please!

My son had a party at school for Valentine's Day and I had to decorate a bag for him. For non-creative me, that is a huge deal and I went to work with glitter glue and stickers. I took it into school the next day and my son ofcourse, was expecting me. Something about his confidence that I would show up with the bag struck me, made me feel warm and fuzzy. I remembered other times when I had seen that look before, that look that said "she'll be here". They take for granted that I will be there for them and to me, that is my gold medal. I hope they never change that.