Sheila’s party made me want to share something that I’ve been working out in my mind for a while now. Who is this person staring back at me in the mirror?
It’s been creeping up on me for a while…first the funny Maxine emails about sagging body parts, raging hormones, and waning concentration began arriving in my inbox. I let my subscription to Cosmopolitan lapse, because I couldn’t relate to the articles. My metabolism, always a friend in the past, began to betray me. Then last June Sunshine got married….full of the promise of new trails to blaze and fresh experiences to be had…things that were in the past for me. Firstborn had one of those pivotal birthdays that end in a zero. And it hit me…square in the middle of my wrinkly little forehead and right between my saggy little eyes. I’m one of those people…..part of the past and not the future…..
I began to avoid mirrors. I botoxxed (yes, it does hurt and no, I did not think it was worth the cost or pain) and I flirted with having my eyes “done”. I brooded over squandered opportunities and lamented unfulfilled dreams. Frankly, I threw myself a grand pity party….for just a little while.
But a little time, the example of women I admire, and a lot of praying helped me get out of my funk…brought me back to gratitude. I seldom listen to the radio in my car, but I heard this song by Martina McBride on the way home today…..I think it was just for me…..and for the girls in all of us. Martina says we’re all the same from one to ninety nine. So, I think I’ll keep “wishing on shooting stars, loving without holding back, and dreaming with everything I have….we’re beautiful the way we are….This one’s for the girls”. Thanks for reminding me Martina.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the strong gracious women I know, especially those in Blogland……this one’s for the girls. Click here to join Sheila at Notesongs for some real bathroom beauty snapping!