This morning when I woke up my youngest redhead she cracked open her eyes and in the dark, with no contacts in yet, she peeks up at me still half asleep and says, "You're pretty." I chuckled and rubbed her back and said, "You are in the dark without your eyeballs in yet, how do you know?" And she says, "Mama, you are pretty." My oldest redhead tells me the same thing quite often, as does my husband. Huh. They must have different eyes than I do. They must see me in a different way than I do. When I see me that's not what I say (thus I have also now revealed an insecurity of mine - be gentle with me okay?). Sometimes I study myself trying to see what my children and husband see. I still haven't received their eyesight. But this morning I feel grateful for the eyesight of my husband and children, I think they see what might be more true than what I see. My eyes are obscured by past hurts regarding my looks and body image, by my own unrealistic expectations, by my insecurities and frustrations, by how hard I am on myself (Again, another confession of sorts - big day for me I guess). My husband and children have eyes that aren't tainted by those things and they allow their eyes to see beyond what I show to the outside and they factor in my heart. I'm grateful for eyes that see what I cannot because they remind me of what I forget and of what is more true about myself that I don't often concede to.
*Betcha you thought this was going to be about eyesight in general huh? Tricked you! :)
*Betcha you thought this was going to be about eyesight in general huh? Tricked you! :)
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