Passing on a tip

So, you are in your 40's, feeling fat and old and utterly unattractive. Gravity has done strange things to your neck, you've got that extra 15 kilos (yes! - 15! and that is a conservative number if you think about it realistically) and it's not shifting and it all just feels futile.

And to top it off, your hair looks like shit too.

You exhale a defeated sigh, then walk outside to where your 4 year old son is playing in his sandbox. He looks up. A sweet smile spreads across his pure cherub face and with a voice of angelic sincerity, he beams warmly:

"Oh mummy. You look so 'wovewly' today."

Then he gets up and comes and gives you a biggggggggggg hug. And goes back to playing.

What do you do?

You summon up every particle of will power and overcome the bubbling urge to negate, to shrug off his admiration, to correct his glaring oversight of all your failings and instead, graciously say, "Why thank you, mate." And you smile back.

Never tell a child they are wrong about something so pure as their love for you. No matter how crappy you look. They can see us. The mirror can't.

Now, to do the same when the Hubster comments favourably! Hey, I don't claim to have it all figured out. ;-)