I look in the mirror.
Stare at my flesh. Bare.
She looks up at me. Smile wide.
"Mommy, I see your booty." I laugh.
"Yes, I know." She starts stripping off her clothes.
"Can we both take a shower?" I nod, slightly.
Her bare skin unblemished. Taut over her tiny belly.
The recent doctor's visit far from her mind.
But not my own.
His words ring in my ear.
If she wants seconds give her vegetables.
Cut back on sweets.
Especially at nighttime.
Get her more active.
Isn't she active, I think to myself.
Haven't we done well?
For now she thinks stepping on a scale measures how tall she is. Or how big.
She rarely sees me do it. For me it's once a week.
This is new.
Will she ask? Have questions? I'm sure.
My answers? I hope for them to be open and honest. Real.
I hold open the shower door.
Test the water temperature.
She steps in.
One last look in the mirror and I sigh.
The water splashes on her and she laughs.
"Come on, Mommy."
"I'm coming," I reply.
And I step in.
With hopes that she never loses this innocence.
Never gains a new understanding.
Perhaps I'll lose my own.
She can teach me.
We can move forward.