I have a 6 1/2 year old granddaughter with whom I spend a considerable amount of time. We were in the process of getting ready to go out, when I looked in the mirror and did not like what I saw. If you are like me, you’ve had the following experience. You are preparing to go somewhere and you think that you are ready to leave. Someone comes up to you with a concerned look on their face and says, “Um, you aren’t going out looking like that, are you?” Of course, it is a “tactful” way to say, “You look like hell and you aren’t serious going out into the world like that.” This time, my inner critic played the part of the ‘concerned’ person, and regrettably, I listened.
I gave in and began putting on makeup and transforming my appearence. At the time, D. was in another room playing video games. Since she thought that we were ready to leave, she came to see what was going on. She walked into the bathroom where I was attempting to look ‘world ready,’ and sat down. For a while, she watched me intensely without speaking. Then, as I picked up one product after another, she wanted me to identify them. I did and she listened.
Suddenly, she said, “G’Mom, you don’t need makeup, because you are beautiful just the way you are.” The words stopped me in my tracks. I peered into the mirror. I mean, I really looked because I needed to see the ‘me’ that she saw. After a while, I turned to her and looked into her beautiful smiling face. With tears streaming down my face, I thanked her and grabbed her for a warm hug and a kiss. Her sweet words settled in my heart and reminded me of something that I’d forgotten. I am beautiful–just as I am.
Overnight, a cold front arrived and it is a cool, gray, windy day. For Austin, the high of 61 is down right cold. Personally, this is when I take out my hats and gloves. I know, I know, I am weird, and I wear my weirdness proudly, but I’ve never been a cold weather girl. I grew up in New Orleans, where the weather is predictable–it’s always hot and balmy, except for those rare instances when it actually gets cold. I remember one winter when it actually snowed in New Orleans. Snow in New Orleans is as rare as a $2 dollar bill. I must have been about six years old and my mother gathered me and my two sisters together, dressed us in winter coats, hats and gloves, and sent us outside to play, assuming that each of us wanted to experience the snow. Well, her assumption was correct for my sisters, but not for me. Within 15 minutes, I was pounding at the door for her to let me back into the house. She finally realized that I was serious and let me in. I happily sat at the window where I could watch my sisters playing in the snow, all the while relishing in the warmth of the house. As an adult, I’d chose a 100 degree day over a 60 degree day each and every time.
Anyway, today is one of those days that you put on something warm and comfortable, make your self a cup of something warm, and climb back in bed and either watch DVD’s, one after another, or read a good book. You pick. Wherever you are, I hope that you are doing exactly what you want. Have a glorious weekend. Blessings, Lydia