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Mirror, Mirror

When I look in the mirror I see...
I'm linking up with The Gypsy Mama today to do a free-write for five minutes.  She gives the topic and we set the timer and write for five minutes about whatever comes to mind.  No planning, no correcting.  Here goes!


Five minutes of writing about what I see when I look in the mirror.  No editing.  This is torture.  I never look in the mirror below my face.  Maybe that's the problem!  Time to get a full-length mirror and take a full-length inventory.

I see spirals of gold, wheat, flax pulled together in their early morning knot.  A naked face where wrinkles have become memory lines of laughter past.  I see these watered-down blue eyes and think of the many tears they have shed over tiny baby boys and so many joys.  

This is the face they see.  They read it daily for clues to themselves.  Is she happy with me?  Angry? Disappointed?  Does she still love me in her mommy-way?  I am struck knowing that my face is the one they will always associate with mother-love.  May I remember that each time I embrace them with my gaze.



  1. Are you SURE you didn't edit that?!?! So insightful. I love how you ask how your family sees you. I would say, love, caring, compassion, laughter, beauty. As for your Godson, he asked me the other night, "Mommy, why don't I have as big and beautiful a smile as Auntie Misty?" :D H2U

  2. "they read it daily for clues to themselves." a good reminder to check my expression and mirror-back grace.


  3. What a great idea for a post. I started thinking, "What would I have written?..." Did you have thinking time before you started writing? God bless.

  4. Sue,

    I thought a bit but really just tried to let it flow. In fact, I really wanted to delete the first paragraph but I forced myself to leave it in!

  5. Misty this is beautiful and so you!


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