A few months ago when I attended BlogHer, I visited a booth by the band The Mrs. who debuted a song called “I’m enough”. The song is amazing, makes you feel good and I really couldn’t have thought of a better place to premiere it than with 3000+ plus blogging women.
Their booth had a fun twist. There was a talking mirror. I wasn’t sure if it was really worth my time. I really didn’t know what this talking mirror was going to tell me but I saw in the twitter stream for #blogher14 that the mirror was life changing. I rolled my eyes in skepticism and went to check it out anyway to see what all the hype was about.
When I got to the mirror, I realized that there was a live person talking to me through my headphones. She could see me but I could not see her. She immediately told me to smile and keep smiling. I don’t know if any of you have ever done this but it is not the easiest thing to look at your smiling self in the mirror, without even breaking eye contact.
She started telling me how beautiful and strong I was, and this hit me at my core because although I believed it, sometimes–I don’t. She then asked me about my children and I told her I had 2 boys, she then told me how much they loved and appreciated everything I did for them. She told me that they thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world, and that their lives centered around me. I had never thought about being the center of anyone’s world but for some reason, this mystery woman with the soothing voice made me look at my boys differently.
My boys love me, with a fierceness that I have never ever seen a child love their parents. I have always known this, of course, but something about the voice in the headphones changed things for me. It was only then that I realized that my eldest son draws pictures of me and me only, multiple times, daily for a reason. With different hairdos and colors, and in different settings. When he finishes, he gives it to me as his gift, his way of thanking me for being his mommy.
Every morning, after I wake up and get dressed my 2 year old comes to me and says “Mommy, you look boodeeful“, a habit he picked up from his older brother that never ever gets old.
I only have boy children. The way they both look at me makes my heart skip a beat. I always saw myself having girl spawn but somehow God had a different plan for me. It may have even taken a stranger with a soothing voice to make me pay close attention to it, but now that I have, I appreciate it more than ever.