A Piper is observant. She goes through the day like Yoda sprinkling her wisdom.
After a nature walk and scavenger hunt this afternoon, we stopped for ice cream. Piper slurped up her melting cup and turned her attention to my cone.
“Can I have a bite of your cone, Mommy?”
I had been licking down the chocolate chip ice cream to the perfect cone bite. You know the one. I handed it over. Piper happily crunched the cake cone. She watched me get the next bite ready.
“Here. You can have my cup,” Piper volunteered. “I’ll finish your cone.”
I looked at the melted vanilla mess.
“It tastes better when you share,” Piper assured me. It didn’t. But watching her on a summer day eating ice cream may have been worth it.
After ice cream, Piper went swimming. Then she came home to a bath and dinner. While she was soaking the chlorine out, I leaned over the tub and Piper traced my face with her pruned fingers. “You know how come I know you’re my mom?” she asked.
“Because I’m bathing you and making your favorite ravioli for dinner?” I guessed.
“No. You have those lines on your face and those dark things under your eyes. All moms have those. That’s how I know you’re mine.”
Somehow kids know that exact moment to ask for that most coveted bite. And we moms, well, we have to give it. It’s in the rulebook, isn’t it?
It’s in my rulebook, anyway. Just think of the calories Piper saves me. She’s really doing me a favor.