I walked past a mirror today and gasped in disbelief. You know how people say that they are starting to look like, or resemble the appearance of their Mother or Father.
Each day of her life she would arise, choose a color-coordinated outfit, style her hair, put on makeup, and pick out the absolutely, perfect pair of earrings to tie it all together.
Every day, she looked like she stepped out of an AARP fashion page. The weather outside had no bearing on her choices. It could be a major storm roaring outside, or snow three feet high and Mom would be sittin in her chair looking like she could take center stage at any moment. Pretty cool, huh?
And then, there I was looking at myself this morning. And, I was looking at: no make-up, uncurled hair and definitely in need of a color job and my outfit? Okay, Back in a second.
Okay, I have picked myself up off the floor from laughing. I am not even going there. Let us just say, my ensemble would be called, “casual”! Yeah, right.
As I reflect on these things of not physically resembling my Mom. On the other hand, I do not either in the area of: jealousy, envy, lying, revenge, anger (Okay, drivers still push my buttons) or being unkind. Somehow, someway they did not become part of my nature or consciousness.
There is no blame or judgment in this, only an awareness that I have come to a place in really understanding that: we are who we are. And, in my case, that I accept myself with or without makeup.
So, be kind to yourself next time you look in the mirror. I’d wager you are one of a kind!