‘What’s wrong?’ asked N. in a semi-bored semi-overworked kind of tone while we were getting ready to call it a night and wander off to dreamland.
‘I feel ugly’ I replied while staring at the wall.
‘Well, you shouldn’t’, he responded in a now 100%-bored-and-way-too-tired-to-get-into-that-conversation tone.
‘That’s it? Seriously? one step closer to switching on the fountain of unlimited tears I seem to have in storage for the last 18 weeks.
‘Well you are not and I am tired’.
Oh honey but you are beautiful. You glow. Your skin looks radiant. You are full of life. You are creating a miracle, was more like what I needed to hear but no, I got the WELL, YOU SHOULDN’T response.
Yiannis loves to take pictures and whenever he sees a window of opportunity he puts on the loving, caring and compassionate (=I can do whatever I want with you mommy) face and asks me if he can use my phone to take a couple of pictures.
Then, when he manages to take 3 zillion in less than 5 minutes, we go through them (one by one) and start the keep it or lose it process. Most of them are blurry so we both agree on losing them, some are
boring nice which I pretend to keep and lose later on when he’s not looking (yes, mother of the year award-again) and some are really good (like 5 out of the 3 zillion).
He usually takes pictures of his toys, his room, his books, occasionally of his sister who is really eager to pose her bunny teeth in front of any camera and occasionally of mom. When we got to the one picture he took of me the conversation went like this:
‘Oh honey, lose this one’.
‘But why mom? It’s not blurry’.
‘I know hon. But I look ugly.’
‘No, mom. You NEVER look ugly. You are ALWAYS beautiful.
I rest my case
Until next time
p.s. I knew there was a reason I had kids in the first place.