The day has come to an end, and if you are anything like me, a glance in the mirror will reveal all. Hair, once pulled back into a pony tail, now coming out in odd places. Cookie batter splattered about your shirt. Raccoon eyes where mascara was placed at some point during the day. I am a disaster. Chances are, you are too.
Well, you think you are disaster. Chances are, someone else sees you a little differently. . .
You see, you didn’t have to be a frazzled mess tonight.
This morning, you could have mostly ignored those little rascals, spending your time with a hot shower and blow dryer. Instead, you spent it playing and chasing, while washing their laundry and dishes in between. This afternoon, while they napped, you could have primped and pampered. Instead, you prepped their evening’s dinner, and then glued yourself to the computer, researching crafts, recipes, and educational games. You could have run to the store and grabbed a pack of cookies. Instead, you spent the time with her, slowly adding each new ingredient to the mix.
You chose this disaster, you know? You could look much better. And yet, you find your own self somehow becoming a constant second thought. Or third, or forth. For although you know you are a crumpled mess of appearance, you care too much about someone else to do anything about it.
So you throw your hair back once again. You dash on some sloppy mascara. You down the yoga pants for the millionth time, for what better way to have an impromptu dance party. You attend story times and open gyms; children’s museums and trips to the fire station. And all along, you and your disaster of a self, you smile.
You smile because the ones you care for the most, they are smiling. And this. . . this is what you live for.
So tonight, you see a frazzled head of hair. Not him. He sees his best friend, willing to cuddle before laying him in bed. You see raccoon eyes. Not her. She sees the one who cared to stay with her after those bad dreams.
You see a disaster. They see pure love.
You may feel anything but pretty some days. Usually, those are the days your beauty is greatest.
Keep shining, mom. You are beautiful to the ones who really matter.