If you’ll read between the lines, you’ll see how these rolling waves across my forehead are the flagship of motherhood; each wavy line dug in by the surprises brought by maternity. “How did you pee that far?” “Who poured honey on the dog?” “Why is the toaster in the dryer?” I know it’s not ok to scream “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!” twenty times a day, so my creased and wrinkled forehead says it for me. This raised eyebrow conveys a myriad of emotions, all useful in propelling boys toward manhood. I’m confident that of all the good reasons I’ve given them, this cocked brow will surely be the thing that sends my kids to therapy. …Yes. It’s that good.
This is part of Jamie Wright’s post, “Read between the lines,” which you can find here in full.