He looked up at me with his big, bright blue eyes and said:
“Mama, you’re a queen.”
The moment hung in the air for a moment like a crystal bell. My heart expanded and glowed. Then he said, “And you’re wet.” I had just gotten out of the shower. I laughed and said, “Yes, son. Thank you.”
But in that crystalline moment and the moments that followed, I realized this was one of the most lovely and weighty compliments I’ve ever been given.
For my son, I am a Queen. I do not take this lightly, no Queen ever would.