I stand in my room looking into the mirror
Not the short mirror where I can only see my upper self
The LONG one where I can see all of myself
So many words go through my mind
Fat, old, grey,
I do sometimes long for the me who looked in the mirror
so long ago.
She didn’t like what she saw either.
The words that went through her mind were…
Fat, hair too curly, freckles
I hear the creak of my bedroom door
I look and find my daughter watching me
She looks concerned and curious
“Why do you look so sad Mommy?”
I smile and say,
“I am not sad, I am just getting older.”
“Well,” she says,
“I think you are beautiful!”
Then she turns and leaves the room.
I look back into the mirror
Hey…. not so bad after all.
So many words go through my mind.
Love, gratitude, beautiful children, contentment