My Daughter, the Mirror, and Me
My daughter loves seeing herself in the mirror, drawn to her parallel image like a magnet. Ever since she has been old enough to recognize her reflection in the glass, she has smiled, giggled, and reached out for herself. Its a beautiful sight. As one who has fought my own reflection in the mirror, Im starting to understand these moments as what they truly are: sacred.
Ella is not yet two years old. Her belly is as round as a ball after each meal, and her legs still carry the remnants of baby pudge. She is stretching out, but she is still a little bit babya little bit soft. And she adores herself. Now that shes walking, running, and trying to jump, she will run to the full-length mirror in our room and stand in front of it, watching herself as she moves. She usually dances and shakes her head, giggling at herself. More than once, I have caught myself with tears in my eyes and have prayed that she would always delight in her body like this.
Its been many years since I have been able to do ...1