I work with boys who hit me and scratch me.
It's not their fault. They are severely handicapped. But sometimes it gets to be a little much getting beat up on every day and I hide in the bathroom for a few minutes.
But tonight, I was tucking the little one in, and he was sleepy so he was sitting still (for once) and he looked me right in the eyes and smiled at me a cute, perfect, little-boy, half smile. He usually can't.
But tonight he could.
We sat on his bed with him smiling at me for five minutes. I kissed his nose, he kissed mine (it's how we say goodnight) and then I turned out the light and close the door.
Nights like tonight make it worth the scars.
And in honor of us blowing bubbles together every night...
photo props me
Happiness - You're A Good Man Charlie Brown
