BrenEdainThe other day, I was getting dressed. My three-year-old son was across from me, being dressed by his father.

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.

3 thoughts on “

  1. Your affectionate prose is the delicate touch of a autumn leaf falling lightly upon the forest floor. So soft, so sweet.

  2. You were always your daddy’s princess now you’ve been promoted. Love it sweetie you deserve the adoration he is so special.

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