Mirrors
I’ve never been one to wear makeup, get my nails done, go to the beauty shop, etc. I’ve never been one to spend too much time in front of the mirror either. I’ll flash a smile into the mirror to ensure my teeth are shiny after I brush them, I’ll cast a quick look to see that my hair is properly brushed and lying down neatly, and I’ll glance at my outfit for the day once I’m in it to ensure that all my fastenings are properly closed and my bras strap isn’t showing. That’s my normal relationship with a mirror.

Recently though, I glanced in the mirror a little longer than usual and was shocked to find that I barely recognized the image looking back at me. When did those wrinkles all appear? All those scraggly grey hairs? That beginning of a turkey neck? Good grief, was that me?!?!? It was . . . it is . . .
I’ve pondered on this revelation of the newly discovered me. Should I be depressed? Should I run out and get my hair cut and colored (cover that grey)? Other options floating through my head like commercials on television were Botox, face lift, liposuction. . . Those were just fleeting thoughts because, regardless of what my outside might look like now; my inside is still the same old practical me.
There is a song with the words “Those are wrinkles, they ain’t nothing to be scared of. They’re just the product of time and true love. Some are going to come and go, some are going to come and stay. . . “ I love that song.
I will embrace my wrinkles, my turkey neck, and my grey hair. I believe that most of my wrinkles were caused by an overwhelming amount of joy and laughter over the years. My grey hair . . . just a product of time passing and God allowing me to live a long and full life.
Soooo, I won’t waste any extra time in front of the mirror pondering my wrinkles and age spots. I’ll continue to check my teeth are clean, my hair is brushed, and my clothes are on properly; then I’ll head out the door and get on with the business of living life fully and happily, thanking God for the multitude of blessings He has already sent my way over the years, and looking forward to the blessings that are yet to come.
Posted in Ponderings
July 21st, 2008 at 10:17 pm
Go boldly forth!
July 22nd, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Nice post mom… great relevant pic too! If it helps (and maybe it won’t) - you’ve always looked the same to me. I guess I don’t remember you looking like anything other than my mother.
July 22nd, 2008 at 8:55 pm
I like that I’ve always looked the same to you. Being your mom is the most important and fulfilling “job” of my life. I’m proud, blessed, and honored to be your mother. Thanks, kiddo!
July 24th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Great post, Ma! I’ve had moments like these as well, finding random grey hairs, wondering where my new wrinkles came from. I’m going to be 34 this year, but I don’t feel much different than I did when I was a kid… Other than the whole maturity thing.
Aging is a part of life. Embrace it! Beauty isn’t just in youth, it’s also on the faces of grey-haired old ladies who’ve had a good, long life. I personally love a shock of grey hair, and think it’s one of the “coolest” hair colors, like this lady:
http://lacoterie.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/10/grayhairbeauty.jpg
The important thing to remember here is your husband, your kids, and your grandkids (and friends and family) love you just the way you are!
~~Becka
July 24th, 2008 at 3:07 pm
Thanks, Becka. I know I’m loved and that always warms my heart. I don’t feel old inside actually. I think that’s why the outer image is sometimes a little bit startling.
Love you lots!