As I looked into the mirror, it spoke and said to me
“Remember that your focus is not what your children see.
Those eyes you think are lined and tired are the eyes your child looks to
When they’re scared, unsure or feeling sad, it’s your gaze, your eyes, it’s you.
Your hair I know you’ve never liked and now you think it’s going gray
But when you let them practice plaits, you’re the one who makes their day.
Your hands are dry, the skin less supple, your nails you think they’re poor
But when your child needs to cross the road, it’s your hand they’ll reach right for.
Your chest, What chest? I hear you say is a place of warmth and rest
There’s no other place they’d rather be – to them you are the best.
What you don’t see that your children do is that you are the World to them
They look right through the surface cracks and see …
Their Mum, their light, their gem”.We may get commissions for purchases made using links in this post. Learn more.