This afternoon, my son gave my belly a kiss.
And I was mortified!
Not because the kiss was directed at my belly-pooch, or that he was kissing the never-to-be-conceived sibling…
It was because he had been eating watermelon, and I was wearing a white T-shirt. Oh, and did I mention I was on my way to the grocery store and did not have time for a wardrobe change?
My concern was more about getting out the door, running the errand, and getting back.
Not living in the moment with those who love me.
Not appreciating a small person whose entire existence was to send me off to the store with all his love packed into one pink-stained pucker…
Well…
I’m still wearing that shirt.
And glancing down at the stain, I am reminded that I have been branded.
Branded to not own stainless clothes for the next 15 years.
Branded with a mark that will forever remind me what an awesome gift my son is.
It’s a forever kiss… and instead of worrying what others think when they see me wearing soiled clothes, I will rub that stain against my cheek every time I remove my shirt from the dryer…
I vow that this watermelon kiss will never be erased…
Not by Oxi-Clean,
Not by bleach,
And certainly, never from memory…
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