3 HUGS, 2 children, 1 husband
Day 3 with a feverish 2 year old. He really is a trooper though. Other than being super cuddly (which I love) he doesn’t complain. It is pretty difficult to get anything done though with a sick kid. He constantly wants to be held, so I always make the best out of these days.
Today the sun was shining and it was beautiful out so we decided to do a picnic lunch. In the middle of lunch 5 year old points to a dot on his leg. I let him know it was a freckle. He gets giddy and says with childlike excitement, “I grew a freckle on my leg. It’s the first one on my leg!” See, he wants to be just like mommy and she has freckles ALL over herself. I grew up with a pretty strong dislike of my freckles. Especially those first few days of summer when I became almost unrecognizable due to the extreme pigmentation that appeared on my face. 5 year old however only sees it as a beautiful reflection of who I am and wants to emulate it. That got me thinking about the unkind words we say to ourselves about ourselves. It’s not just others we need to be kind to. It begins with us. I have a much deeper appreciation for my freckles now, not just because of him but because they helped to shape me into who I am today. And, I think who I am is a pretty fantastic person inside and out.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.