What I'll look like when I'm old
The girls and I were looking at their baby albums and at my wedding album the other day.
Flannery said to me, "Mama, you don't look like you did at your wedding. You've really changed."
And I said to her, "You're right, I have."
Then I looked at both of the girls and said, "You both look so different from the way you did when you were born."
They agreed with big knowing smiles on their faces.
And then I imagined each of us as old women looking back at ourselves as we are now, with so much love and awe and compassion.
So I choose to see myself as I am today through those eyes. I see myself as I am now with love, awe, and compassion.
I invite you to look at yourself with those same eyes the next time you find yourself in front of a mirror.
And then imagine yourself as an old woman.
See her. Skin soft. Hair gray. Wrinkles and lines, imprints and stories of all that she's seen, all she's endured, and all that she has loved.
See her, that future you, with love and awe and reverence.
No matter what popular culture tries to tell us, remember that the beauty of seasoned wisdom only comes with age.
To your remembering,