Mirror Mirror
Although mirrors provide the valuable service of warning us that our teeth are speckled with food particles, the amount of times we see our reflection in the average day cannot be healthy. First thing in the morning when you brush your teeth you can also stare at the imperfections of your skin, when you get in the car and check your mirrors you have the opportunity to see the creases in the corners of your eyes, you can then take notice of the size of your butt in the windows as you walk by, and anytime you want to use the bathroom and wash your hands you have to look at the sadness behind your eyes as you clean fecal crumbs from your fingers.
There was a time I went on a camping trip and spent over 2-weeks in the backcountry with not one mirror to judge my image. I have to say, that was a pretty emotionally satisfying time in life. Of course I was hiking all day and living in the magnificence of nature, but not having to think about what I looked like freed my mind to think about so many other important things, like how much I weighed.
I wonder when it is in our development that we start to put so much importance into our appearance? Right now The Munch not only doesn’t give a care, but I am not sure she understands that the baby in the mirror is actually her! When I bring her in front of one she points to my reflection and says “The Mama,” but then looks at the baby I am holding and wonders what is she doing with her Mama and if she should kick her ass?
I hope I can delay this part of her understanding as long as possible. Why does she need to know who that baby is? She can just live her life thinking of mirrors as some parallel 2 dimensional universe and never have to stress about her hair being out of place or if she has visible diaper line.
“That baby is hilarious!”
“I LOVE this baby!”
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Grace