Tonight, I crawled into bed with Miguel to cuddle for awhile. He told me all about the difficulties in being a kid, about how hard it is to fit in when you are in elementary school. He said that, sometimes, he misses being little because it was more fun and I told him that I understood that because as you get older your responsibilities increase. He nodded knowingly. Then, he said: Sometimes I feel sad for you. You've done everything worth doing in life. You're done.
He went on to say that my best years were probably behind me because the only thing I had to look forward to was being a grandmother and THEN?! He followed up all that with, "Mom, that zit on your chin is big."
I hope he doesn't freeze to death outside tonight.