“Hi!”, I eagerly called to Buzz as he strolled in from playing with his toys.
“Hi!”, he happily offered in return before bending down to rest his head in my lap.
This is lovely, I thought. It’s not very often that I can think that with him. He’s always either on the go or into something and when he does sit with me, I end up with a concussion or bruised rib. Being his parent can be a full contact sport. But here we were, gazing contentedly into each other’s eyes.
He then took his hand and tenderly stroked the side of my face. How sweet of him, I continued to think. It’s moments like this that make all my hard work as a mother worth it. I’m definitely going to have to remember this for later. I could almost eat him up right now except, what’s that smell?
I look at his hand. The hand he seconds ago caressed my cheek with. Is that…?
It couldn’t be. But there’s a lot of it.
I’m sure it’s chocolate or crayon or dirt. I’ll be glad to go with dirt.
Maybe I should smell it? There’s no other way to know for sure.
KID, YOU WIPED MY FACE WITH POOP ON YOUR HANDS?!
All my hard work as a mother goes right back to this moment, indeed.