It has been a busy few days getting ready for school starting – exams and tests this term. I’ve spent time with our children – cutting hair, laughing, exercising and shopping. The following has been on my mind.
When I look in the mirror, I see my four children in front of me 🙂 Does that make sense?
When I was much younger, I saw a girl with desires and dreams – do I look like one of my grandmothers, I often wondered? I remember this one time seeing much more, I was about 11 years old; I saw that what was me, was more than the body reflected in the mirror, there was something deeper inside, behind my eyes. I admit this freaked me out somewhat and I started crying, not quite understanding what I was feeling; I was almost inconsolable as I cried I don’t want to die! ! Somehow, my dear mother calmed me and I went to school late that day.
As I’ve grown, I’ve come to learn and understand that we do have our own spirit and body – me, I’ve always been me, regardless of my physical body, it’s age or condition. I suppose that’s why we feel younger (or older) than our physical age!
But now when I look in the mirror, I see our eldest son, his pioneering spirit; our eldest daughter, her wit; our youngest daughter, her creativity; our youngest son, his passion 🙂 Plus all the physical similarities though everyone sees the children’s resemblance to their father.
This fills me with peace and joy, knowing that we are a part of each other. As we’re all part of our loved ones.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?