He quietly comes to me and leans his whole side into my body.
Mommy, he says quiet. So quiet I can barely hear.
Can we say dat pray-er to Jesus 'gain abou da potty?
His eyes are wet. He looks down, pushing into me.
Yes, baby. And He will hear you. And He will help you.
And we pray.
I lift him into me and carry him to the bath, not caring about the feel of his pants.
Only the feel of his heart.
