That was the focus for our meditation group Monday night. To be totally honest, I wasn’t having my best night as far as meditating goes. My brain was super-chatty, and I felt like I was spending more time chasing away those random thoughts than anything else. But I did my best to quell the “noise”, and I remembered a blog post from last summer that my friend Kriste wrote about her daughter, Zoey. Upon having her hair cut, Kriste observes Zoey admiring herself in the mirror, laughing and giggling, swinging her hair around. “When was the last time I looked in the mirror and just smiled at what I saw there?”, Kriste asks. An excellent question.
How many of us look at our reflections and count gray hairs every day? Or get real close and squint so you can hone in on any necessary tweezing under your eyebrows? Or better yet, start pulling back the skin near your temples so you can see what a facelift might look like? I know I’m not alone in this harsh scrutiny.
I remember watching my mom get ready for work. While putting on her makeup, or doing her hair, she would always tell me to smile when I put on my blush, so that it was easy to apply it on my cheekbones. Unnecessary at the time, as I was anti-anything girlie, but I remember it to this day. Recently, Claire has begun to join me in my morning routine, and I occasionally share a little swipe or two from the blush brush. Every time I do, it sparks a big smile, followed by a run to the mirror where she can see herself.
Kriste’s post has made me more mindful of how I behave in front of the mirror when Claire’s around, and for that I am grateful. And after that meditation, I decided that my message was to forgive that reflection in the mirror and perhaps begin appreciating it a bit more. I would never speak to another person the way I speak to my inner self – as Kriste implores, “How much energy would I save if I started to love what I see in the mirror and not be so critical of myself?” I’d like to find out, and I invite you to join me.
Originally published on 4/18/14