My nine year old son told me this week end, as we were heading out for a dog walk, that I look "just like all the other moms."
He sounded so happy when he said it.
And he made me feel very happy. And proud.
He and I both understood what it meant to say that. He went on to say that he's very "relieved" that I don't wear that "fake rubber breast" and that he likes the way I look.
He's a very special kid.