Pretty Mama

We see this mural almost every week during our Pink Drink Tuesday wanderings. It’s not a favorite with all of my children, but Mabel has always looked up at it with a big smile and a gleeful “Mama!” 

At first, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the comparison, but the way her face lights up every time she looks at it convinced me it was a good thing. Once Eleanor, who is not a fan of the mural, wrinkled her nose and said “That doesn’t look like Mama, May!”, but Mabel just smiled up at me, pointed at the sun, and said “Mama! Pretty Mama.” 

It sounds corny, I’m sure, and I obviously don’t think I look like an orange sunshine mural, but this mural is a reminder to me now that the way I see myself is not how my children see me. I see every dimple, flaw, stretch mark, grey hair, and imperfection while my children just see “Pretty Mama.” I have to start trying to see that more too.