As Mothers, we are always telling our children, “be who you are!” “Dont worry what people think of you!” ” Just love being you!”.
I woke up this morning with a big fat spot on the side of my face.
“Where the hell has that come from?” is what flickered through my mind for 3 seconds. But, then I remembered.
We had run out of toilet roll last night. If the kids were to use the kitchen paper towel when they visited the toilet this morning, it would block up the septic tank. Not a nice thought , and one much more important than the offending spot. Off to the shop I go. New face guest in tow. Ah, how bliss it is, to be 46 and not give a shit about a spot.
Fast forward five hours. Sitting next to my 12 (and 3/4 ) year old daughter, in the car. Although we have been together all day, still, she had failed to notice this new addition. Until now.
“What is that on your cheek?” She asks, in a tone that is reserved only for mothers and daughters.
“A spot- see! Even adults get spots!”
It was said in a , ‘look at me ! I’m 46 , Ive got a spot and I’m so cool about it.’ sort of way. To reassure, not myself, but her.
Or maybe both of us.
The reasoning behind that?
I look at this beautiful girl. Who, so far this week, has worried and fretted about the following :
- The new knickers that you bought me (2 weeks ago) show through my dance shorts.
- My lips are getting too big for my flute (honestly) and its not blowing right.
- I think there are flees in my bed (new kittens, so fair point), my backs itchy.
- I’ve got a mono brow.
- I’m too tall.
- My T.shirt isn’t white anymore (hands up to that one)
- Ive got too many moles…
OOhhhh …I could go on and on.
My wonderful girl is 12. She’s beautiful, she’s talented.
But she’s 12.
And remember how hard 12 was?
And I think I’ve got problems, with an overflowing septic tank.
So, my lesson and hope for today?
Is that, when she saw her Mother-facing the world without an ounce of, ‘its going to make it look worse’ concealer on- she took something away. Even a little,tiddly,12 year old something. And logged it, into that beautiful brain of hers.
Please know that you’re gorgeous. Know that it wouldn’t matter if you had twenty million spots and eyebrow hairs and lips and fleas and yellowy white t shirts – you’ll still always be gorgeous. Because you are you. Because you are 12.Because you are 46. 52. 64. 73. 88. 96…
Thank you spot. Thank you age… Thank you toilet rolls.