Childhoodtake2!

Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on see.

Go.

I see you, I see the real you. I see how gorgeous you are because you are kind, with a soul, and words and stories. I see you are smart, and that your body is healthy. I see the real you.

But you, you see the real me too. You never looked at my scar from giving you and your brother life and told me how ugly it is. You never looked at my body with disappointment. You look at me and you see beauty, you see motherhood and what being a grown up looks like you and you see me...you see your mom and you define that as beauty.

And what this does for me, is it helps me to see the real me too. Not what I should look like, not what this world tells me to look like, not what I have seen for the past 35 years and not the shame and hurt I have felt looking at me all those years. I see myself in your eyes, I see what I mean to you and I see the beauty we have created.

I see what you see in me.

Stop.