The Mole

Yep...I'm going there on my very first blog! LOL! I have moles/skin tags on my neck. I have always hated these as soon as they showed up. I would say they popped up in high school. I used to think that I had to keep long hair to cover them. Now I don't really care that much. Too many people have told me they're not that noticeable. I choose to believe that my friends aren't lying to me. Of course now that I write about them  they'll probably be noticeable to some. :)
Back on point. . . okay, said moles have been hated by me and loved by my daughter. I have been in amazement of my God's humor. I breastfed Zoe until she was 18 months old. During which she would reach up and touch my moles, well one particular mole. It provided her comfort. The mole is distinctive to me, her mother. She knows when she is touching the mole she is with her mommy and nothing can harm her. It has settled tears, and comforted her when she was sick. As she's grown, while my other breastfeeding mommies kids put their hand down their mommies shirts, Zoe is touching the mole! LOL. Once she learned to talk she would say "Mommy I want to see your mole"! How did she learn to call it that you ask?
When I would go to put Zoe down for a nap or bedtime she would sit there and rub/touch my mole for sometimes up to an hour! I was mentally exhausted, rub one spot on yourself for an hour with nails and see just how "great" it feels! Insert sarcasm! :) No bueno. So, I would say "Zoe that's my mole you have to stop for a little while".When I first started saying that she would get so mad at me. Over time she grew a little more independent. She would go play and then every once in a while run back in and touch my mole. Then she was off playing again.
This skin flaw has been a source of joy and tears! I didn't realize how much I cared about this silly thing until I was at the Dr's office and he was going to remove some of my moles/skin tags on my neck. He was removing them and he came around to THE MOLE and I threw my hands over it! I said, "not this one, not yet"!!! What?!?! I so badly wanted to say, yeah take it off, and away with the nuisance of it!! My heart said it's not really a nuisance, and it's not really for me. It's for her now. As I have hated it from day one, Zoe had loved it from day one! It's her security blanket. Does it bug me sometimes that other kids are asking for their mommies and Zoe is asking for her mole!! YES!!! But it's distinctive to me and I'll take it!!
The night I wrote this, it was 1:30 in the morning. Zoe woke up and walked out in the living room and didn't see us there and thought we were gone! Why she didn't check our room, I don't know. Regardless, she had a melt down, derived from fear. Her comfort . . . .THE MOLE!!