After years and years of playing with hair color, a couple summers ago, when we were swimming often, I decided to quit coloring my hair. It was tough initially because, although I had some random gray/white/silver hairs, my hair was mostly faded-brown . . . and the faded aspect of it bugged me.
But I perservered and now, just a few short years later, I love love love the transition that’s taken place.
Laugh lines around my eyes. Smile “parentheses” framing my mouth. Itty bitty wrinkles above my top lip, from whistling often. A complexion that is certainly not perfect (the non-sunblock generation!), but with which I’m quite comfortable facing the world bare. A face that reminds me of my parents, grandparents, siblings, son, nieces, and nephews.
I don’t have daughters, but something I’ve realized is that sons are just as prone to looking at themselves in the mirror and finding fault, of focusing on what they deem as imperfect. I’ve learned, and continue to learn, how helping my son focus on the things about himself that he likes and to think of himself kindly, much as he would a friend, has helped, and continues to help, me do the same for myself. Motherhood has done many unbelievably-wonderful things for me; self-confidence is one of the biggest of those wonderful things.
That said, I’m still working on finding the love for what gravity combined with rapid weight loss does to a 46-year old body ;-). However, now that my kiddo’s done with his summer theatre workshop, he’s asked if we can start working out again, so the Total Gym is folded back out and ready to use! And we’re good about reminding each other of our workout days, so perhaps in a couple months’ time I’ll feel stronger and more flexible and ready to give gravity a heckuva fight!!