Thanks to Mama Kat for today’s inspiration…
When I look in the mirror…
…I’m grateful for the positive features that I’m happy I have. It may be high maintenance, but I’m grateful for my very thick and naturally blonde hair. My eyesight may be shot, but I’m grateful for my blue eyes and naturally black eyelashes. They may be as white as a baby’s backside, but my legs are long and strong.
...I do remember my parents telling me what a pretty girl I was, and I’m so glad they did. I was always so busy telling myself how ugly I was, and their positive influence helped balance out the bad with the good. And now I know why I tell my daughter how beautiful she is – not only do I think she’s the most beautiful little girl there ever was, but I know that she needs to hear it.
…I see a woman that doesn’t have that same feeling about being “young” on the inside like so many people seem to have. I am almost 34 years old, and I feel almost 34 years old. After the life that I’ve lived these last few years, I can’t imagine ever going back to feeling like I did at 18 or 23, and I don’t know that I’d want to, either. I’m not sorry I put away childish things and ideas – daydreaming never got me as far as keeping my feet on the ground has.
…I see the wrinkles around my eyes that didn’t used to be there, and I see the silver strands of hair peeking through the blonde, telling me I’m not as far away from highlights as I’d like to think. I see my hands and arms beginning to look more and more like my mother’s did when I was a girl, and I realize now I was a little too smug back then about how clear and smooth my skin was. Funny how I don’t mind getting older on the inside, but I don’t much care for getting older on the outside.
…I see a wife who’s not always a very good wife, a daughter who’s not often a very good daughter, and a mother who could always try harder. I’d like to be able to look in the mirror at the end of any given day and feel good about having given everything my best. That’s a standard I’d like for my mirror to hold me to.
When I look in the mirror…
…I’m grateful for the positive features that I’m happy I have. It may be high maintenance, but I’m grateful for my very thick and naturally blonde hair. My eyesight may be shot, but I’m grateful for my blue eyes and naturally black eyelashes. They may be as white as a baby’s backside, but my legs are long and strong.
...I do remember my parents telling me what a pretty girl I was, and I’m so glad they did. I was always so busy telling myself how ugly I was, and their positive influence helped balance out the bad with the good. And now I know why I tell my daughter how beautiful she is – not only do I think she’s the most beautiful little girl there ever was, but I know that she needs to hear it.
…I see a woman that doesn’t have that same feeling about being “young” on the inside like so many people seem to have. I am almost 34 years old, and I feel almost 34 years old. After the life that I’ve lived these last few years, I can’t imagine ever going back to feeling like I did at 18 or 23, and I don’t know that I’d want to, either. I’m not sorry I put away childish things and ideas – daydreaming never got me as far as keeping my feet on the ground has.
…I see the wrinkles around my eyes that didn’t used to be there, and I see the silver strands of hair peeking through the blonde, telling me I’m not as far away from highlights as I’d like to think. I see my hands and arms beginning to look more and more like my mother’s did when I was a girl, and I realize now I was a little too smug back then about how clear and smooth my skin was. Funny how I don’t mind getting older on the inside, but I don’t much care for getting older on the outside.
…I see a wife who’s not always a very good wife, a daughter who’s not often a very good daughter, and a mother who could always try harder. I’d like to be able to look in the mirror at the end of any given day and feel good about having given everything my best. That’s a standard I’d like for my mirror to hold me to.
3 comments:
I love what you are seeing in the mirror! Thank for sharing your insight. I feel much younger on the inside that the face that I see in the mirror but I'm much older than you! From what you said, you are beautiful on the inside and the outside.
What a beautiful post!! Awesome! So great that your parents helped you to see the positive!
What a great post. You're so honest and unthinkable that takes some bravery! I know I'm not always as honest with myself about what I see in the mirror.
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