on smiling

Where's your smile? he asks me, usually when I'm wiping bath water from the tiled floor, willing bed time to come right away.  Or sorting through the back door shoe pile up for a matching pair, forgetting that should feel more like a privilege and less like a chore.
Now when he's moody or irritable or just four-and-a-half, when he's on the path to becoming someone I'm not quite sure of, I ask him the same thing.  It's hard to hide your smile when someone's hoping to see it.

1 comment:

Sue Kadlac said...

And everyone wants to see his sweet (and sometimes mischievous) smile!!