08-20-2020, 03:00 AM
My mother didn't wear make-up, so I was never introduced to it. My experimentation with make-up happened when I was in University. With no knowledge of how to apply it, my early attempts made me look like a clown, so I gave up on it.
I never thought of myself as beautiful, but from the opinions of others, I think I classified as pleasing to the eye. My eyes where my strong suit, in appearance, they were far from perfect for what they were designed to do, but because of their very light brown color, many called them "cat eyes". I have aged and I don't much like that young vibrant girl. My Mother was beautiful. My saving grace when I was young was being patient, waiting for the day I would be as beautiful as she was. By the time I realized that was not going to happen, it no longer mattered.
All of this is just backstory. I just finished a Zoom gathering. I have a love hate relationship with Zoom. I hate that the camera is on you the whole time, and since I am pre Facebook, I don't like looking at myself. My Mother was with me during the gathering, so I focused on her when my eyes were drawn back to our frame.
I noticed something watching her. She looks old. She is 87 just a few months shy of 88, so she earned her wrinkles, though to be true, she really doesn't have many, and she doesn't have many gray hairs either. She was a cornflower blonde when she was a little girl, but it is a few shades darker and very thin now.
When I first noticed how old she looked, it made me a little sad, because I knew I was looking at myself. I am only about 20 years younger than she is, but when I stopped feeling for myself, I noticed something else. Her beauty. She looked almost regal. She held her head erect, her smile was genuine and dazzling. She spoke with authority, and all listened. She made us laugh with little effort, and she beamed love.
It is amazing how distorted our vision becomes when we allow our thoughts to interfere. When you look at someone you love. Look with unjaundiced eyes. The beauty our minds can obscure will shine through.
I never thought of myself as beautiful, but from the opinions of others, I think I classified as pleasing to the eye. My eyes where my strong suit, in appearance, they were far from perfect for what they were designed to do, but because of their very light brown color, many called them "cat eyes". I have aged and I don't much like that young vibrant girl. My Mother was beautiful. My saving grace when I was young was being patient, waiting for the day I would be as beautiful as she was. By the time I realized that was not going to happen, it no longer mattered.
All of this is just backstory. I just finished a Zoom gathering. I have a love hate relationship with Zoom. I hate that the camera is on you the whole time, and since I am pre Facebook, I don't like looking at myself. My Mother was with me during the gathering, so I focused on her when my eyes were drawn back to our frame.
I noticed something watching her. She looks old. She is 87 just a few months shy of 88, so she earned her wrinkles, though to be true, she really doesn't have many, and she doesn't have many gray hairs either. She was a cornflower blonde when she was a little girl, but it is a few shades darker and very thin now.
When I first noticed how old she looked, it made me a little sad, because I knew I was looking at myself. I am only about 20 years younger than she is, but when I stopped feeling for myself, I noticed something else. Her beauty. She looked almost regal. She held her head erect, her smile was genuine and dazzling. She spoke with authority, and all listened. She made us laugh with little effort, and she beamed love.
It is amazing how distorted our vision becomes when we allow our thoughts to interfere. When you look at someone you love. Look with unjaundiced eyes. The beauty our minds can obscure will shine through.
For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not.
Yet I still post.
