Thursday, March 29, 2012
The one where she looks in the mirror
You know you have finally arrived as a mother the day your very small child calls the guy who just cut you off in traffic a douche. Time to put away the driving words! Having a little person allows you to see the way you treat people come right back at you. You know, kind of like looking in a mirror. In our case, it doesn't hurt that it is actually like looking in a mirror:
A couple of weeks ago, she put her hands on her hips and said "OK Mommy, these are your options..." Methinks I've said that to her once or a thousand times before... She's very free with the I love yous, and it makes my heart swell every time. I'm happy she feels enough love to share it so readily. On these days, looking in the mirror of motherhood is like looking in the actual mirror when I'm having a great hair day. Hells yeah, this kid is awesome. Under my astute tutelage, she's going to be a fine human being!
And then there's the days where looking into the mirror of motherhood is like looking at yourself in the actual mirror on the second or third day of the flu. When your eyes are crusted over and the snot is free-flowing on your upper lip, and let's not even get started on the hair. The days when you see that she's exasperated in seconds because an argument is not going her way. Or when she runs out of patience and throws whatever she was trying to figure out as far away as she possibly can. Because that's like looking in a mirror too.
I'm always going to have bad
hair mom days. I'm never going to be completely satisfied with what I see reflected back at me in miniature form. But just like the regular mirror, most of the time what I see is just fine. If only the mirror could fast-forward a little for me to let me know what I'm going to see further down the road!
This post is written as part of GBE2 - Week #45 word prompt: Mirror. For more info about GBE, click here.