While at the park today, someone asked me if I was Lucas’ babysitter.
Could it have been the hoodie and Converse sneakers that prompted the question?
It certainly wasn’t the lines on my face or the hair pulled up in a bun on top of my head.
Or was it?
Don’t we look alike?, I thought.
Don’t we have the same blue eyes?
If you spent any time with the two of us together, you’d recognize in an instant the same short temper, extremely strong will and an inability to sit still for too long.
If you listened to us, you’d hear the same phrases coming out of our mouths and inflection in our voices.
If you watched us chasing each other across the grass, you would have heard the infectious laughter than only two people that spend as much time together as we do can share.
If you looked closely, you’d see an immeasurable love and a bond so pure that only parent and child can share.
If you could look into my head, you’d realize how much space is occupied by thoughts of this boy’s well-being, including his daily nutrition intake, overall health and happiness, growth, sleep cycles, education, relationships, and striving to be the best role model I can be.
I wish you could see the way he reaches for me as if I’m the only person in the world .
We have the same blood running through our veins and his heart is mine as mine is his.
No. I am way more than his babysitter, “I’m his mom.”, I stated proudly.
I’m lucky enough to be his mom.