Do I love the gal in the glass?
I had to get out the lipstick. But this time it wasn’t for love notes from mom (me) to my kids (long gone from home) that I was leaving so that the first thing they would see in the morning was themselves in a heart on the mirror or a “you can do it” or a simple ” I love you”. It was a note from me to me. A note I wished someone else would have left, or would leave. But it’s just me at home now, and so to keep the “gal in the glass” safe from self-condemnation for a job poorly done a time or two, I had to remind her that she is still loved in her imperfect state. The more I can love her, the more love she will have to heal and triumph and give to others. The more that I can love her for who she is right now, the less she will feel like she has to please others to be loved or accepted. The deeper I can love her , the more sincere she may become. ” I will greet this day with love in my heart . And most of all I will love myself” I’ve read for a week now. I read it, but I didn’t react to it until my challenges began to get the better of me and I couldn’t look at the “gal in the glass” without being disappointed in myself. I was just going through motions this week without feeling , effort, or care because to become numb is something I’ve done to get through life. It’s the old blueprint of survival but not one of a thriving life.
I’ve no memory as child of ever being hugged, held, kissed, or praised by a parent….but there’s still a child in me somewhere who needs loved and as the old saying goes “the best place for a child to begin to learn is from home.” Or “train up a child in the way he shall go ” so I’m here with my inner-child and only I can give her the love that she needs. So after I have that good cry I’ve been holding back, I will re-read those words from Og with more care and I will love her and there will be lipstick on my mirror with a big heart and an “I love you” for that “gal in the glass”. The healing begins now.