Life as an Alien
A few years ago our youngest was drawing space shapes- a moon, some stars, a wobbly planet, when she looked up and said, You’re the best mom in the world.
Child #6 was a late-life reckoning, born 13 years ago, when I was 47, the last thing I thought I wanted at the time. But time has a way of changing everything.
She looked back at her drawing and reconsidered. No, wait, you’re the best mom in the universe…