My 4 year old got a violent stomach flu on Sunday night. It was rough, but even the hard days have moments of sweetness.
In the middle of changing his 5th diarrhea diaper the next morning, Gavin looked at me and said "Mommy, you are so beautiful." And let me tell you, after being up all night with him catching vomit in buckets (and sometimes missing) I was looking like a bedraggled cat. But he was seeing me, really seeing me. And when he said "you are so beautiful" he wasn't talking about beauty as we see it defined by magazines and TV commercials, he was talking about the beauty of love and service. And this could just be an exhausted Mama's rambling, but I think that is pretty special. And I wish we could have more of that and less of being sold on eyelash extensions. Because in that moment I felt truly seen and valued in a way that will never come from associating beauty with cosmetics, diets or clothes.
Beauty is not something you can buy from a store. Beauty is in who you are and what you do.