“Jackson – don’t waste the video tape right now. There isn’t anything to record,” I tell my five year old son, trying to discourage him as he picks up our video camera.
“There is something to tape – I am going to tape you.”
Sitting at my computer with no makeup on, I am not too excited about that idea. “No, Jackson – you can’t tape me. I look terrible!”
Jackson peers out from behind the camera, “You don’t look terrible – you look beautiful!”
He will grow up too soon. One day, he will judge me with more accurate standards. But for now I am his precious mommy and I refuse to forget how it feels to be so loved.