Tonight, Olivia asked Beth to come down to the water’s edge so I could take some pics of them. Beth initially balked, saying she wasn’t “picture ready.”
She’d napped for a few hours this afternoon, and hasn’t worn make up or straightened her hair in days. She was not feeling her prettiest.
We eventually talked her into going, and I think the pictures turned out lovely.
It makes me ask the question, “when do we stop seeing ourselves the way our children see us?” Liv sees her mother as a beautiful woman, and wanted some pictures to commemorate their love and this vacation.
Beth sees unruly hair and flawed skin. Why do we do this to ourselves? Thoughts?