Freckles

I woke up to Greg and Miles leaving for work and school respectively. Miles ran, jumped on the bed, and gave planted a big kiss on my cheek. He was happy, like he always is when he’s going to school. I’ve never met a kid with as few bad school days as he’s had (I can think of just one, in fact), and he’s been in school for quite awhile. He was attending a deaf and hard-of-hearing preschool when he was just three years old. That’s four years of continuous schooling and four years of smiles when he thinks about it.

After the guys left, Beth padded out of her room and crawled in bed with me, and we laid there under warm covers for a long time. Sunlight was pouring in through my big bedroom windows, another sign that Seattle is announcing spring several weeks early. We pulled our arms out of the covers and let the sun fall on them, and then examined each one for freckles, and then examined our freckle placement to see where it matched and where it didn’t. I was tickled at how delighted she was by both our similarities and our differences. Then we put on lip balm, she helped me check my email on my iPhone, and then she announced that for breakfast she wanted eggs, bacon, and a Chocolate Banana smoothie.

I love being a Mom.