What I learned from Mommy, Daddy and Baby Mouse
There is security in a stuffed mouse. I tell the truth, nothing can beat a conversation only they and you can understand. Secrets shared and compassion given in times of need. Mommy mouse never failed to show up. Her plump gray body and yellow plaid belly held nothing but comfort.
One day Daddy mouse came into our circle, I’m not sure why. His eyes were so stark they scared me. He wasn’t as plump and soft either. Suddenly one morning his eyes had turned into sunshines, two beautiful blue and gold buttons with the rays of the sun shining back. He could never be mommy mouse but he calmed me now, finding a way to help me accept his uniqueness. I learned to love his eyes.
Baby mouse seemed to come from nowhere too. He was the last. I remember is his big ears that were fun to twist until terrifyingly they fell away from his head. He too became part of our strange little family, always smiling. Though deaf, he seemed quite content.
These friends slept on my bed each night quietly observing, quietly teaching me to love and accept the strangeness of my heart.