Mickey Shirts

I remember exactly what I was wearing that day.

I remember exactly what I was doing that day

when the phone rang, and my life changed

forever. I was so excited to hear from my Mom.

We hadn't talked in a while, both of us busy.

She'd had an ultra sound, there were masses on her liver.

Ultra sounds aren't reliable they told her.

This one was. For the longest

time, I wouldn't

look at that sweatshirt, even though it was one of my favorites.

I couldn't bare to wear it.

Then one day, my sweet Big K. said,

"Mommy, will you wear your Mickey shirt. I'll wear mine, and

then we'll match."

How could I resist my little man.

Now, my Mickey shirt makes me think of my son. What a gift

he is, and how short the time is that he'll be small

and want to dress like his mother.

I look forward to the days when we wear our Mickey shirts.