These Ordinary Moments
My oldest, this boy who made me a mother, was created very much in my image.
The long, lean build, the oval face, and narrow hazel eyes. He’s my reader, the first child to sit on my lap for hours and look at picture books. As time went on we would take turns reading and finally snuggle side by side each lost in our own fictional world.
Years of soaking in words gave my oldest a proficiency of language that leads not only to him being an accomplished academic, but also a master of the one liner. This child who made me a mother can match my banter and wit tit-for-tat. We get lost in our own silly world together and it’s wonderful….