Five-Minute Friday: When I look into the mirror...

It's Friday again... and this is my first post of the week!  I had family from Canada here and we had a wonderful time together.  Everyone is sad that they had to go back home, but regular routines need to be reestablished now :)

So Five Minute Friday... and check out this snazzy new button: 






Here are the rules from Lisa-Jo's site:

1. Write for only five minutes.
2. Link back here and invite others to play along.
3. Go salute the five minute artist who linked up before you.

I have to say when I read what the prompt was, my stomach dropped...  I so do not want to write about when I look in the mirror, but I know this is an exercise in growth so here goes...

Go:


When I look in the mirror, I often just turn around or sigh in disgust.  I know... silly or ridiculous, but I have an issue with my looks/weight... doesn't everyone?

When I force myself to look longer than the second it takes to check that there's no streak of jam or hot sauce on my cheek, I see my mother's eyes and my father's cheeks and jaw, my Grandpa's curly hair, my Nanny's ears, my Oma's chin...

When I look at the whole I see me... who I am, but remember where I came from.  The genes that melded together and that God chose to pair to create me.

I think I'll be able to look without sighing next time.

And of course, there's the blue and white dishtowel tied around my neck proclaiming my Super status.

Done!