Shoes: Urban Outfitters, Jeans: F21, Top: F21, Sunglasses: Target (old)
This morning, I came into the playroom where Everett and Isla were maneuvering trucks/eating GI Joes. Having just started the laundry, I had taken off what I was previously wearing and thrown on some cut-off jeans that are about two sizes too large, and an old grey tee shirt. As soon as I walked in, Everett looked up from his trucks, that were currently in the middle of fighting off an evil train, and exclaimed, "Mama you look beautiful!"
If anyone else had said that to me at that moment, I would have assumed sarcasm. But as soon the words left his mouth, I suddenly flashed back to my childhood. I remember hanging out in the bathroom with my mom, thinking that nobody was prettier in the world than her in her floral dress and mauve lipstick on Sunday, and my babysitter, with her long brown 90's scrunched curls, had the hair of my dreams. Easily the two most beautiful people I'd ever seen, hands down. And I realized! This was my moment. And I was that person. I was in the middle of being that childhood memory for someone else. And I, in my un-done state, just happened to be the most beautiful person in the world.
So today, if only today, I will try to embrace my little boy's childhood vision of his mother. Because the most wonderful part of all this is, is that I am beautiful to him, because I am his. And that will always be true, no matter how my body changes and what the circles under my eyes look like on any given day.
I mean, maybe this is why we have children. At least in this golden stage, when our babies are small, and we are the heroes. To practice seeing ourselves through their eyes, and maybe, by so doing, start to become who they think we actually are.