They say who you are is defined by those you interact with. I think they say that, perhaps it just popped in my head and I’m actually the one who made it up.
I was thinking about this though regardless of the origin. Who am I? Dare I have a moment of insecurity when my child views me as perfection?
A film, Silent Hill, reminded me of a saying “Mother is God in the eyes of a child.” If I am not the co-worker at work, I am defined by my children.
I read the words Ashley wrote recently, “You are an amazing woman.” I listened to what Jonathon had to say in between his fits of laughter, “You are the funniest person on Earth!” When watching ‘Trading Spouses’ he told me never to go on the show because I was the nicest and prettiest Mother and it would hurt to trade me.
I thought of this as I was standing unfairly in front of my mirror, ripping apart my appearance. “Do I look aged? Am I getting fat?” the typical thoughts that flood a female mind after being exposed to air brushed media or a mind numbing day where I did nothing of significance.
The words of the children interrupted me and I scolded myself. How dare I call their mother fat or ugly. How dare I insinuate that their mother is stupid or boring.
I think everyone has an important role in someone’s life that forces them to step up to the plate and quit bashing themselves.
… and that is my opinion today.
