I never knew the affect a smile has on me,
until I didn't see one on my son's face.
I didn't know how nervous I would be
when every photo I received,
my son still couldn't find his smile.
I didn't know how worried I was that my
boy was hurting so badly that he couldn't
find any good around him.
I didn't know how scared I would be
wondering if he would give me that same lost look,
and not accept me.
It does a momma's heart good to wake up this morning to
and email of my 5 year old boy
smiling a genuine fun loving smile!
Having fun with the children around him,
and playing with his brother, friends and a teenage white boy.
And a BIG, BEAUTIFUL smile he has!
Ohhhh! It does a momma good!
(Now if we could get him out of those pink crocs and get him some pants that fit.)