There is such an amazing bond between a mother and her babies. I really think that if a mother were separated from her baby by some awful tragedy, that both the mother and child would recognize each other instinctively, even after years apart.
But as mothers we are so hard on ourselves. We are always worried about aging, looking older, feeling older, not being the size we were pre-baby, or having stretch marks or even other various parts of our bodies that have changed because of child birth. But I wear my scars and changes with pride. On the surface, yes I joke about putting things “back in place,” but deep down, I cherish the hundreds of stretch marks down the sides of my abdomen, and the other changes in my body, because I had a 7 pound, 10 ounce, a 9 pound, 3 ounce., and a 9 pound, 8 ounce baby boy to show for all my changes.
But our judgement on ourselves goes beyond just the changes in our bodies, it is a constant battle we fight everyday as women, to look better, be thinner, and emulate those ladies in the magazines. But there are a few little people in the world who really don’t care what we look like. To them, we are perfect from any angle.
• The scar on our forehead from chicken pocks when we were kids, is their favorite thing to poke at when they are cuddled in our lap.
• That extra little pooch to our stomach, is their little cushion they lay their heads on when watching TV with us.
• Our deep “manly” voice is the voice they heard 24 hours a day for nine months while growing inside of us. It is the voice that sings or reads them to sleep every night.
• They don’t recognize height either. Until they pass us up one day, and then their entire world is made because they are taller than mom. No matter your height you still give the best hugs, kisses and booboo fixes.
• Not being put together every single day is OK with them, because they know that their mommy got down and dirty with them and played outside or drove them from activity to activity just to make sure they had all they needed in life.
• They giggle when they see your chipped and unpolished toe nails. To us we are humiliated to go out in public with our new cute little sandals on, but to them it is another typical day of mom’s feet that are all chipped and tattered.
• And even though it may not be the best or most expensive perfume on the market, it is the smell they know the best in this world. It is the scent you hug them with, you bend down to their level with and wipe away tears, and the smell they know when daddy is taking mommy on a date.
• You may also hate your complexion, but it is the face they love to grab and squeeze and hold when they need a kiss, when they need to look into your eyes for encouragement, and the nose they love to rub with their own, just before running in the double doors to school.
As they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And it is a fact that our babies, our teens, and our children that are grown adults see no flaws in our appearance. In fact they see pride and joy, we are their parents. They see the sweaty mom sitting on the sideline for the third baseball game of the day in the 105 degree weather. They see the soaked, mascara-running, smile that is being drenched during the 6-hour long track meet, and they see the beautiful out-stretched arms that are there to encourage them just before the big annual state test they have to endure for two days.
So remember what you see staring back at you in the mirror is not what your baby sees. They see comfort, perfection, warmth and love. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we are all beautiful, flaws and all.
Samantha Stroube-Daviss is a local columnist based in Corsicana. She may be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org. Following Samantha’s blog at http://samantha-daviss.blogspot.com and on Twitter at @SamanthaDaviss1.