looking into my eyesPristine loves to meet me by the door after work and gives me a tight hug. I’ll then ask her how school went as we talk from the front door all the way to the bedroom where I change my clothes. She watches me and usually just continues to talk and talk. However last night, she noticed something in my body.

“Wait!” She came closer and touched my lower belly. I thought, oh dear she must be noticing the extras in this area.

“Mama, what’s these lines?”  

“Oh, those are called stretch marks.” Even after more than 4 years since I gave birth to her, some marks are still visible. Turned lighter but still visible if you look closely.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it does not hurt, honey.”

“Why do you have that?” The inquisition began.

“Hmm, when you were inside my belly, mama’s skin stretched so much that it broke and formed into lines.”

…silence…

Suddenly hugging my leg, she said looking up with apologetic eyes, “Sorry mama!”

Oh my, there’s no need to apologize so I bent down and explained to her and she lightened up and began chatting about her friend in school. Children are just amazing.