In this picture you might see a pinkish pale, weird looking little creature that sort of makes you wonder if it could possibly be a troll….? You see a squished-up nose and splayed lips and the outstretched hand sorta maybe makes you think of a zombie and then you think about cake. And then you’re not wondering what the bloody hell is going on in this picture, because you’ve lost focus, and quite frankly, you didn’t really care that much about it in the first place.
In this picture I see something completely different.
I see my beautiful mistake. I see a kiss. A kiss that comes through the shower door. He’s on the inside. I’m on the outside. No longer does he have to be cradled in my hands and bathed in my lap in the bath. He can shower by himself. Wash himself. Entertain himself in the shower by blowing me kisses and peeing down the drain and drawing with his willy on the glass door.
I see my little boy, growing up.
Not needing me as much anymore.