Gray was really sick- we tagged-teamed it actually, I was so sick and had finally fallen asleep and then you know that sound. I was up no matter how awful I felt and there I was comforting and cleaning and bathing. He called for me and I was there, and then some.
We both were so relieved when morning came. Look, Mommy! It's light out! He said so sincerely, thank you for taking such good care of me last night.
It's not always thank-less, I guess. Yet I'm stunned at the heart of a five year old boy.
He's the reason I became The Babywearer. He may be the third of four but he shines and is heard and I do believe he thinks he is number one. That shirt was one of a few treasures I brought home from a day of shopping in the city. He loves it, which means more to me than you know. No tag, super soft, The Beatles!, good collar, and nice sleeves. It's not too shirty. It's his favorite. And according to him, makes me the best mom ever. And then some.