It's All A Matter of Perspective

There is a huge magnifying mirror I keep in my bathroom drawer. I use it to find the many imperfections and try to cover them up. (Note to self: Go to hardware store. Buy spackle.) When I look in this mirror, I get a small bit depressed.

SJ has discovered the mirror. However, he loves it. He can see his face reflected back in a GIANT size. He tries to run off with it, because really what is neater, when you are a child, than looking at yourself magnified 4X actual size?

Sometimes I really miss being a kid.

Remember when your goal was to get bigger? One of the best compliments I can give to A is to tell her how BIG she's getting. "What a big girl you are!"

Now I get on the scales and gnash my teeth. What a big girl I am.

What if instead of getting upset, I bounced up and down in joy chanting, "I'm getting bigger. I'm getting bigger. You'll never be as big as me?"

I'm sure the men in their nice white suits would show up shortly after.

Remember how excited you got the first time you could eat a WHOLE hamburger?

Now we push back from the table and groan, "I can't believe I ate the whole thing."

Funny, isn't it, the milestones we push for as kids only to wish them away as adults?
But, like I said, it's all a matter of perspective.