Day 4 of my toddler’s mystery rash, somewhat itchy, slightly raised red bumps covering her limbs, torso, face. I am a wait-and-see person, a never-call-the-doctor person, an eh-it’s-probably-viral person, an at-least-I’m-still-breastfeeding person. I sit her on the table this morning to have a look. She performs her own inspection, takes my face in her tiny hands, gently turns my head one way, then the other, asks if the mole near my jawbone is a bug bite, the mole she usually refers to as a “moon,” her term for freckles and spots. That feeling, my face gently held in the palms of my 2-year-old, is one I wish to keep forever and ever.
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