Here’s my son (several years ago when he was still cute and cuddly like a puppy…not big and smelling of B.O. and Axe at the same time. How is that possible?)
He wasn’t too excited to have this picture taken. I don’t know if it was the costume I made him wear, or the fact that I was keeping him from important things like his army men who were lined up in battle formations all over the kitchen floor…but he was surly!
“Are we done yet? Can I go? Can I take this goofy rag off and give it to Ginger to eat?”
Mean Mom: “No! Now smile and look happy!”
THE LOVELY RESULT:
[Very Fake Smile] “Cheese! Can I go now?”
Mean Mom: “Yes, son, that will do. Any more happiness from you will kill us both! Please go and have the blue army men destroy all the reds. I don’t like red.”
I wish I’d had my camera ready then…for he gave me a TRUE smile that made me want to melt. Boys can do that to their moms…even now that he’s 11 and smells a little funny from soccer…he can still bat those long eyelashes and give me a charming smile that makes me envious of the girl that wins his heart someday and takes him away from me.
But of course, I never have my camera ready when he gives me one of those! But my mind and heart are FULL of those smiles! Thank goodness…since my camera’s too slow.
[P.S. Remember to help put a smile on one of THESE CHILDREN’S faces this Valentine’s season. I want them to get a family]