first bite marks

August 21, 2012


I think he's on to me.

On Sunday nap was something less than nap and I climbed the stairs the way only a mom can, ready to bust some heads and kick some names with a growl in my throat. I pushed open the door with every intention of laying down the law, except when it was just he and I there in the stillness of his room the tears came out that couldn't before and I found myself curled against the bed frame with my cheek scraping against the fabric gasping for air that I didn't know I was missing.

He piled all his toys on top of my head until he couldn't see me anymore.

Sounds about right, I wouldn't want to look at that either.

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