Last night, like so many that followed before, I had just begun to feel the rush of hot water when I felt a rush of cold air and heard a little voice. "Mommy, can I stay with you?"
As it always is, the answer was yes. Lily pushed the bath mat a little closer to the tub and tucked herself under the curtain inside her "tent" (as she calls it). Tonight, she was accompanied by crayons and a printout of Brave we had just printed for her. The whole shower she meticulously colored, sang and chatted with me. The results were beautiful.
Last night, was not unlike so many nights, but I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about laminating her picture and the image of her tucked in her special place, legs poking out, that sticks in my head.
I can't stop thinking about how much I'd love to shower alone, but am sort of glad I don't. I love to shower with my little best buddy, too. I love her songs. I love her chatting. And I will always love that laminated picture of Brave.
