A Bit of Me

Most mornings he comes out of the bathroom scratching his little bottom. He’s usually naked except for his “tighty-whities.” Colorful images of Spiderman or Mater plastered across his tiny buttocks. He’s only three so the lack of clothing and manners is forgivable. He knocks on my bedroom door and waits for me to tell him it’s okay to come in. I open the door and say “good morning sweetie,” and he smiles the kind of genuinely loving smile only small children seem capable of. Some mornings he’ll forego the smile or a cuddle and state simply, ”uh, I’m just hungry abuela.” Other mornings he’ll just lie quietly down next to me and say nothing. In either case, it is not a bad way to start my day.

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