I wish I could say I feel better today than yesterday because I am perfectly content with my person/body. I wish it was because I am a deeply deep person who waxes “empathetic” and works tirelessly to save endangered seahorses and suchnesses. BUT. I am shallow — like a kiddie pool. I am also vein vain and need to be adored. It’s an insatiable need, really… like something that cannot be satiated. I know - I also am gifted when it comes to analogies.
Yesterday afternoon, my hunger to be adored… no, WORSHIPPED… was satisfied by a younger man… We have known each other for the better part of 3 years, but I had no idea…
His eyes… the purest shade of blue.
His hair… golden with hints of warm sand.
My heart… melted to the core…
The magnificently curled ends of my glowing locks (you call yours “hair”), fell against his face as I unbuckled his car seat. I could feel his fingers twirl the strands of my golden goddessness. Poor boy, he was overcome with my beauty, my presence, my my-ness, and he gushed,
You are cuuuuuuuuute.
I turned my head… I could not ignore such words of genius… OF TRUTH… No. He deserved my full attention. With My voice of an angel I asked, “What did you just say?” He continued twirling my hair… for he knew in his hands he held the 8th wonder of the world… and with his gorgeous 3-year-old blue eyes he said,
Yoooooouuu are cuuuuuuuuuuute.
I just about melted all over that parking lot.
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That story reminds me of another one. Children are good sources for stories. I spent some time substitute teaching while I was finishing my 5th year degree in college. If my memory serves me correct, I was subbing for either a 1st or 2nd grade class. It was the end of recess and the classes were lining up.
This was a 1/2 day gig, so the kids were expecting their teacher to meet them — but they got me. As the flurry of children were lining up I was bombarded with the same question, “Areyouourteacher? Areyouourteacher? Areyouourteacher? Areyouourteacher? Areyouourteacher?”
Yes… yes… yes… mm-hmm… yesyesyes!
The children settled into their line. I reminded them “Keep your voices down and stay in a straight line…” The entire time the boy at the front of the line kept his gaze fixed on me. I felt it. Like a laser. I met his gaze and smiled… Hey, I’m a giver. I’m all about the children. His sweet little face exploded into a huge smile and he and nearly burst at the seams when he exclaimed at the top of his voice and on the tip of his toes,
You’re PRETTY!!! My DAD would sure like YOU!
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