Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Family, Love, Mother, Mothering, Mothers and Sons | Posted on 02-04-2016
Tags: boys, children's drawings, compliment, kindness, love, smile, son, sweet
Mom, you’re pretty.
My eleven-year-old tells me this regularly.
Even when I’m not pretty. Like when I come home from a run and my face is sweaty and pink and my breath smells stale.
Or when I’ve had a long day at work and my eyes are bloodshot from staring at the computer and my face is droopy from stress.
Or when the dermatologist burned off some pre-cancer spots on my nose, causing it to blister and swell.
Definitely not pretty days.
Maybe he sees something that lies beneath the sweat, the stress, and the spots. Or maybe he knows that it’s on those days that I need a little extra kindness.
It’s now become “a thing.” Whenever he says You’re pretty, I smile and say You’re pretty, too. And he smiles. It’s then that we are both reminded that we are deeply loved.