As a kid, whenever I’d point out a dark spot on my skin, my mother would refer to them as “beauty marks.” (It turns out, this is really what they’re called. My mother just wasn’t making stuff up… for once.) Over time, I’ve developed quite a few of these spots. So many in fact, over my entire body, that I am now possibly the most beautiful person in the world. I will pause a moment to allow jealousy to sink in.
Since the kids were born almost three and a half years ago, they have begun to develop a few beauty marks of their own. TheMonk, for example, happens to have a beautiful rib cage and a beautiful ear lobe. And until recently, Swee’Pea had only a beautiful shoulder to show off.
But a few weeks ago, I noticed that Swee’Pea had what looked like a small scab on her upper lip. Not wanting to scrub the scab off and risk scarring, I let it be. I carefully washed her face at night so as not to pick the scab that had developed and I was proud of the fact that I was being ever so cautious to protect the beauty of my little girl.
It turns out I was also being stupid.
You see, after all that time being careful, my daughter did not have a small scab on her upper lip after all. No, she had, in fact, developed her very own beauty mark on her very beautiful face.
I just thought it was a scab. (I’ll bet you’re done being jealous of me now, right?)
Now, if she’s anything like me, she’ll probably get a million more of these. But this is the one that’s gonna make her famous. I mean, if it happened to Cindy Crawford, it could certainly happen to Swee’Pea, right?
(And not yet aware of that pimple on her cheek.)
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