February 16, 2013 by malaikakerr
I was grabbing a quick shower that morning, like most mornings. Cherishing the few minutes I had to myself, wondering how the day ahead would unfold. Micah hadn’t been feeling well and was taking a long nap. Abel was amusing himself, like he does most shower times. So I was in my own little world of Mama-thoughts, for a moment.
Suddenly my shower curtain was thrust back, snapping me back into reality. A little fist, clenched around a small Sesame Street toy, made it’s way into my shower. The fist’s owner looked up at me with adoration in his eyes, a look that toddlers reserve only for their mamas. It warms my heart then, how he thinks I’m beautiful, all 6 pregnant months of me. I try to remember to thank his Daddy for that.
“Mama! Here’s this silly little Sesame Street guy for you show-ler!”
He goes back to the living room, his mission to take care of me:accomplished. I go back to my Mama-thoughts, and thank God for my children.