Beautiful Me

I don't look in the mirror often. One can probably tell upon meeting me....although I think I have bed head hair even on my best days. I don’t mean not to do so. But I wake up and get dressed in the dark so Blitz and I can dash outside together to run down the road while the stars are still out and the world is quiet. From there, I often feel as though I haven’t a second to spare getting everyone ready for the day and even a quick glance is low on my priority list. It’s okay though- I can laugh about the moments I might have two different socks on or my pants on inside out (only happened once).

But today I looked. Because I heard someone call me “manly” when I was lifting and jumping over my barbell. What did they see that made them call me that? So I really looked. I saw me. My crazy hair. My callused hands. My laugh-lines. And someone who loves what she does with every ounce of her heart that beats inside. I saw my children. My dreams. My misses. Maybe some stubbornness. But I saw potential. And the ability to hopefully help that person learn that having strength and courage isn’t just manly. It’s beautiful. Gosh. I hope I can teach my children to be proud of all they are, too.