〈 New Mother 〉

My 15-month-old son looked like he had seen a miracle. Eyes big. Met my eyes. Then just stopped there. A little scared. A little sad. A little. “Hello,” I said. He kept looking at me. Still. Then slowly, showing off his little teeth, a smile spread. “Hello,” I said again. He giggled and reached out both arms to me. Eyes big. Smile bigger. That was the day my son first wore glasses.