In a personal attempt to not ALWAYS show the highlight reel on the internet, I’m having a pretty shitty body image month. There, I said it. I don’t know if it’s because I’m well into my year of 40 or if it’s because school started and I’m feeling frazzled and tired all the time or if it’s just a new moon. (I have no idea if it’s a full moon btw.) All I seem to keep focusing on is the fact that I could stand to lose 8lbs. or the fact that my skin feels older or the fact that the 6 strands of gray hair around my forehead refuse to quit.
My parents are in Russia. (Yes I said Russia. Some retirees golf others travel.) “How are you doing?” My Mom texts at what I’m pretty sure is 2am her time. Once a Mom, always a Mom. “I don’t feel myself” I tell her. “I think I should chop my hair. I should lose 8lbs. I feel old.” There’s a pause on the line and then I read…”Well I should get back from Russia soon it sounds like you’ll be in a nursing home before I know it.” She knows how to make me laugh. “Honey I saw you 2 weeks ago and you were gorgeous.” But that’s my Mom. And every Mom thinks their baby is beautiful, it’s in the handbook.
Speaking of my Mom, I remember growing up and watching her smile at everyone. It was her thing. She didn’t care how old you were or how young you were or where you were from or if you were ringing her up at the grocery store or passing her in line at the bank. You were getting a big huge smile from Martha Forgiano whether you wanted one or not. It never mattered if you gave one back.
Yesterday I met a friend and colleague in town for coffee. We had a nice chat about our next career move and all things Marketing. Later that evening I saw her at an event and she pulled me aside. “Kristin, every night my son Andrew tells me his 3 favorite things from the day and I tell him mine. Yesterday I told him one of my favorite things was meeting with you. He said “I get that Mom. She reminds me of bright sparkling diamonds.”
Andrew rides his bike every morning past our driveway. When he reaches the crest of the hill I always wave and shout “Hi Andrew!!” as I watch him and my own daughter reach the crosswalk to school. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You are going to get a smile and a wave from me no matter what.
But you see Andrew didn’t notice I needed to lose 8 pounds. He didn’t notice my lackluster skin or the fact that I have 6 gray hairs forming along my forehead. He didn’t even notice I’m in a ratty old bathrobe every morning. All Andrew noticed was a friendly smile on his way to school. A smile so friendly that it reminded him of sparkly diamonds.
It’s September 2019 and I WAS having a bad month. But then an 8 year old boy wearing a bike helmet and a backpack managed to give me the best compliment I’ve ever received. Sparkly diamonds.
Take that, September 2019.