The kids draw a lot of pictures of me. With them, with daddy, me doing different activities, you name it, they have probably drawn it. I always smile and hug them but inside I'm full belly laughing!
But today I saw a picture that Jain had drawn of me for Mothers Day. My hair is in a pony and I have bright red lipstick. But the thing I noticed is that to her, I was normal. And pretty. And yellow.
I got thinking that they always draw me this way. Well maybe not always yellow.
My right eye is blurry and sewn smaller to help me blink. My whole right side is paralyzed and I have to concentrate just to form words. I feel deformed. But to my kids, I'm just mom.