Helping Out

I always loved to help my mom. I idolized her and wanted to be just like her, so I would copy everything she did. They bought me my own little vacuum so I could pretend to work alongside her. I remember one day that I was 'helping her' around the house and she looked down at me with a smirk on her face. She was just as happy to have me beside her as I was. I didn't care what we did, just as long as we were together. I loved doing my little jobs around the house and as she looked down at me, I got busy with my 'chore' and moved about quickly as we set out for a day of 'work' around the house.