mama t :)
while i have many amazing mama friends, mama t and i share the bond of having three year old boys' and incidentally spend quite a bit of time together these days with her being on mat leave with her second little beauty, baby h :)
when mama t is not being so fabulously free for playdate time (btw, we know she is needed elsewhere, but we aren't really down with how it messes with her time with us! haha), she is a nurturer and stretcher of young minds working her magic in a profession of which i could not have MORE RESPECT for. seriously. you teachers are the bomb.
it's usually safe to day that mama t and i are generally on the same wavelength so to speak. we often have some pretty in depth and very candid discussions about life right now. lately we've been talking a lot about age which is something i have had on the brain to be writing about for some time now. when i asked her to write a bit for the blog i was super excited to read her brilliantly honest submission.
age is a funny thing. sure our physical body starts to "go south" (for lack of a more all encompassing description), however the evidence out there as to how much of it is about what's going on in our mind, says it all. right down to the story we make up about how old the face looking back at us in the mirror "appears" and why it is or isn't something we like...
...why it is or isn't something we accept, something we wake up one morning and just decide to honour, love and appreciate.
wowzers, can you imagine ;)
the other day at the end of a playdate mama t came out of the bathroom...
"so i have never been much for vanity before," she says, "but i'm really having a hard time these days...."
she goes on to point out the "creases" around her eyes and laugh "lines" around her mouth. the general stuff we really start to notice around our mid thirties. unsure how we even got here and how strangely, we still "feel" so young.
i laugh and tell her i've been feeling the same way
haha. yes, since we are all always so easy on ourselves right??
oh if only, it were so easy.
but it's not, it's part of the journey. it's part of the quest of which we often feel so unsure.
yesiree, all part of it folks.
but let me let mama t tell you how she feels about it ;)
I HAVE BECOME A BASSET HOUND.
by mama t
I looked in the mirror and smiled.
And then in phoned my mom.
I phoned her because I saw wrinkles on my face. When did that happen?
I am shocked.
I am only in my 30's. I don't feel any different now than a decade ago... but look!!! There they are!!
The fine, undeniable creases that mark the passage of time.
My first response (besides phoning my mother), was to attend a beauty party in which I poured over the catalogue searching for a "miracle" cream or serum that could take me back...
...but back to what?
Oh I don't know...perhaps the summer I was 17 year old swilling slurpies while I suntan, listening to Blue Rodeo without a care in the world.
These days I think long and hard about "age". I know this could go down one of two ways.
One: lament the bygone days and weep for your tanned mile long legs in jean shorts and belly unmarred by pregnancy....
Two: Think of the women that you love who aged before your eyes. Your Grandmother's papery cheeks tinged with rouge for church. They were so lovely and familiar and friendly. Your other Grandmother's soft wrinkly arms that felt cool to the touch yet gave the warmest hugs.
The rouged cheeks, wrinkled arms, laughing eyes, round bodies, blouses and slacks, grey perms, aged women that made pie, gardened, knit, sewed, crafted, cooked, created and had more love for family than I could ever possibly describe.
When I think of aging...I must think of these women and all of the older generation who has touched my life.
Because I know--I hear, in the deep recesses of my brain, the clock ticking. The time marching--beating on day by day. And eventually no matter how hard you try to grasp the silken fabric of any of the minutes you so desperately want to live over again...
... you can't.
Such is life my friends. So, with that inevitability. Slap some cream on your face, brush your teeth, comb your hair (or don't), kiss your spouse, phone your mom, have tea with your friends, squeeze the breath out of your kids, pet your pet...
...and for the love of God, press your face to the mirror and trace every single groove on your gorgeous uniquely you reflection. You've earned them and more. Without a doubt we are all nothing but shining beauty.
and you, mama t, are one of the shiniest i have ever met :)
thank you so much for sharing your fantabulousness here with us. we sure hope to hear from you again very soon! ;)
blessings beautiful friends.
mama t & b.