" Mommy, Mommy, help! " My son yelled suddenly as I was doing the dishes in the kitchen.
So, I rushed hastily to the bathroom to see if he was okay and the moment I got there, I saw him with a grumpy sulky face as if something had happened evil or tragic.
I laugh a little because my angel looked so cute.
" What happened, baby? "
" Are you okay?" I asked, pinching his cheeks.
" Mommy, my poop ..." he said as he was about to cry.
" Why baby? Tell mommy, what's wrong with your poop?" I laugh again asking him.
" Mommy, why are you laughing ?! Look, my poop does not want to go out. It's stuck." he said, scratching his eyes and covering his face.
" Baby, just do the push. You can do it! Mommy will cheer for you." I said, putting down his hands and stroking his face.
" But mommy, I have troubles doing the push and it will take too much time. So, can you please read me a story? Please mommy, please? " he told me, pouting.
" Okay, mommy's going to get a glass of water and after that I'll tell you a story, okay? " I answered and went back to the kitchen for a drink of water and a book.
As soon as I finished, I quickly went back to the bathroom.
" Drink some water, baby. " I lent him the glass of water.
" Thanks, mommy. " he mumbled just after drinking.
" I'm going to tell you the story of a beautiful lady who has spent a holiday in Paris and is in love with a man she met at a cafe. " I said with a smile on my face when I opened the book.
" Mommy, are you also reading love stories? I thought you only read mysteries. " he laughs in shock and smiles at me.
" Yes, baby. " I replied.
" Mommy, mommy. Can I fall in love with someone too? Can I go to the cafe and meet a girl too? " he asked with a smile.
" Oh yes baby, you can, when you become a man. " I say in response.
" But mommy-- okay. " he cut off and pouted.
" I want to hear the story, mommy. Please continue. "
" Okay, baby. "
" Once upon a time, in a cafe in the streets of Paris, there was a beautiful lady sitting alone while having a coffee, when suddenly a man came in and asked him if he could do it. 'to accompany. "
" Why was she sitting alone mommy? Doesn't she have friends? " he asked.
" Of course she have friends, baby. She was just sitting alone at that time. " I answered.
" Let me continue the story. They had a good coffee chatting and laughing together, both of them left feeling enamored. As the days passed, the man noticed that he had already fallen in love with her. He thinks of a different way of confessing his feelings, so the next day he dedicated a poem to her saying the following:
' You are my dream, you are my hope, you are the person I dreamed about most. ' "
" Why did he make a poem for her, mommy? " he asked.
" Because the lady said, it's the only ticket to win her heart. " I'm smiling.
" Really mommy? Just like daddy won your heart too? " he asked with a laugh.
" Yes, baby and in different ways too. " I answered.
" In what way mommy? " he asked again.
" He sang a song for me, but what really captured me was his eyes, his voice and his laugh. "
" Really mommy? "
" Yes, I never thought he was a good singer, it's like a lullaby that I'd like to hear every single day and his eyes, his eyes are like a pool that I want to dive in." I smile at him again because every time I remember these things, it really gives me shivers.
" Sweet. Keep up your story, mommy. "
" They never thought it would happen with this part. She was the smile that helps him to wake up every morning. Her simplicity sets it on fire, which is why, little by little, they tend to fall in love. "
" It's romantic, mommy. " he said, clapping his hands like a baby.
“ Yes, baby. When the man recited his poem to the beautiful lady. She smiled widely cause he made her really happy. On that day, the lady accepted the man and what wonderful changes came into the lady's life because she trusted him and let him work on her behalf. From loneliness to love, from despair to hope, from poverty to wealth, from worry to assurance. ”
" Mommy, I'll go to the cafe and meet my future wife there too. " he grin as he looked at me.
I just laugh and continue my story.
" The man married the lady until a blessing came into their lives, a blessing that changed their married life. This blessing gives them a lot of happiness and it's you, my son. It is really a privilege to welcome you to this part of the world and introduce myself as your 'Mom'. "
" Me? So, I was the blessing you're talking about in the story mommy? " he asked.
" Yes, my son. It's you. Your daddy and I created a storybook while I was still wearing you in the womb. We have agreed that one day we can tell you this story to let you know how lucky we are to welcome you into our lives. "
He pouted and cried.
" Why are you crying, baby? " I asked.
" I love you both mommy and daddy. I love you. " he answered, wiping his tears.
I just laughed at him and kissed his forehead.
" Oh honey, we love you too. " I answered.
Then he stopped crying.
" M-mommy. " he said stuttering.
" Yes? "
" My poop has just come out. Hehe. " He said laughing.
I laughed again and washed his pretty ass.
" You're already clean baby, you better now? " I asked.
" Yes mommy. Thank you. " he replied, giving me a big fat kiss.
