The Comforting Son
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by Mary from Columbus
BB, St. Paul Pioneer Press (11/25/2013)
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by Mary from Columbus
BB, St. Paul Pioneer Press (11/25/2013)
Miss Barney's story ('Were you pretty when you were in high school?') in the November 22 PP reminded me of something my son once said to me when I was a young mother.
He was about 3 or 4 years old at the time. I had been quite sick with the flu -- and to add insult to injury, I was suffering from a particularly bad acne outbreak. I looked pretty rough, to put it nicely.
My little son, knowing I needed a little pick-me-up, took my face in his pudgy little hands, looked at me lovingly and declared: "Mommy, I love you, even though you do have a rotten face."
He was about 3 or 4 years old at the time. I had been quite sick with the flu -- and to add insult to injury, I was suffering from a particularly bad acne outbreak. I looked pretty rough, to put it nicely.
My little son, knowing I needed a little pick-me-up, took my face in his pudgy little hands, looked at me lovingly and declared: "Mommy, I love you, even though you do have a rotten face."
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