i put these things in my mouth.
often.
so sweet
and suculent.
and a fantastic way to elicit great grins
and giggles.
last night we visited some sick kids.
one in a mental hospital on suicide watch.
one in children's awaiting her second round of chemo.
both girls.
both 14 years old.
both needing so much hope.
as i watched mr.e bounce and kick and squeal this morning
seemingly filled with great hope for a perfectly bright future,
i had to wonder what trials he might encounter as a 14 year old
when i will no longer want to chomp on his toes,
but will still have every desire to make him smile.
2 comments:
I know that desire to want to make a 14 year old smile...why does it have to be so hard for them? Why can't they see how really great they are and all the potential they have.
Are you concerned that mr e has more rolls on one ofhis thighs than the other? cause i am, a little bit. And at the same time gloriously and foolishly happy that that is my biggest worry with and about the delightful mr e. . . .would that it will always be so. Mom
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