Over the last couple of years I have been lamenting my new wrinkles. It feels like ever since I had kids I seem to be ageing at a much more rapid pace. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep, poor diet consisting of coffee and half eaten grilled cheese, or the constant worry over how to get both kids to the grocery store, do my shopping and still get home for nap time. Anyway you look at it, the wrinkles are adding up. Yes, I know it's vain, but it still bothers me.
Then, last week, the strangest thing happened to me. I was driving with my kids (on the way home from the grocery store) and I was looking in the rear view mirror at Lillian. After seeing the silly face she wanted to show me, I caught a glimpse of my eyes in the mirror. For a split second, I didn't think they were mine. It's not that they were unrecognisable. In fact, they were eyes I knew well. They were my mom's. Staring back at me in my rear view mirror were the eyes that I saw countless times as we drove in our family vehicle to church, sports practises, piano lessons, to school, home from school, long road trips, the grocery store, etc... My mom spent hundreds of hours driving me all over the countryside allowing me to pursue my current interests, get me to school or church, or just to connect with my friends. She gave up so much of her time just taking care of me. Those eyes staring at me reminded me of the concern, sacrifice, encouragement, patience, and love that only a mother can provide. Those eyes were staring at me in my rear view mirror and I realised that they were not my mom's eyes, they were mine and they were staring at my kids in the back seat. My kids get to see in my eyes what I always saw in my mom's eyes. Love, care, adoration, and pride. And they get to see it because their mom had such a good mom.
Goodbye wrinkle cream.
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