

"A Wrinkle in Time"...No, no, I'm not referring to the book. I was fiddling with my camera last night and taking some pictures, attempting to be creative and I took this photograph. Now, I didn't really think I'd be getting anything too exciting or fantastic, because after all it was a picture of myself...and quite frankly I hate being in front of the camera. I upload this picture onto my computer and I said "OH MY GOSH...I have WRINKLES!" haha I'm 28 and I have wrinkles! I was kind of shocked to see myself in this light...because I've watched other people start to age, but of course you think you've got 15 years left until you, yourself, start heading downhill. I started considering using photoshop to heal the wrinkles, etc and then I started laughing. I was laughing because I have a child! Any mommy reading this post will concurr. Having a child does something to your body...to your face! I have wrinkles...yes, yes I do. However, those wrinkles are a tale into my life as a mother. They offer a storyline of the trials and tribulations, as well as the love, the laughter, the tears and the fears of motherhood. I think I started to see my own mother and father in a different light after I really began studying the picture above. My brothers and I weren't the easiest children to be around, who is at that age, but those wrinkles are medals of honor and tokens of being a parent that truly cares about the welfare of their child. I've EARNED those wrinkles...and I kinda love them. I don't think I would have ever said that looking back before I was a mom, but those laugh lines on my face...well, they are from a 3 year old that has my belly aching from laughing so hard. The brow line on my forehead is from the constant worry that not only comes along with being a mother, but the worry that accompanies having a child with a horrible illness. The dark circles under my eyes are a testament to the sleepless nights spent hovering over a sleeping child, watching her every breath and listening for signs of distress. Each wrinkle is my story as a mommy. They are endearing to me now and I truly appreciate that I am so blessed to have them on my face! I guess what I'm saying is this...next time you see a mom with 3 children tugging on her leg in a store, begging for a toy or a snack and trying to juggle a gallon full of milk, a package full of juice boxes and squeezing a bag full of Brussel Sprouts tightly in her arms, look closely at her face and appreciate her...realize those wrinkles aren't just wrinkles...they're who she is...they're what makes her beautiful!