Silly Faces


On Sunday, I took my daughter to get her first real haircut.  And by real, I mean I paid someone who was not related to her to cut her bangs.  It was just too hot to deal with her squirming around, with me trying not to blind her with the scissors.  So we made the trip to the local hair cut store and got a little trim.

She looked like such a big kid, going to a “salon” to get her hair done.  In actuality, she got a $15 mediocre cut that missed quite a few hairs…but I digress.  The coolest part was on the ride home.  I glanced back and caught her sneaking peeks of herself in the rearview mirror.  She was full-on posing, making pouty faces and giggling and smiling while flipping her hair from side to side.  I admired her ability to love what she saw in that mirror.  She was having a blast and it got me thinking.  When was the last time I looked in the mirror and just smiled at what I saw there?

Mirror mirror on the wall.  Who's the silliest of them all?
Mirror mirror on the wall. Who’s the silliest of them all?

Usually, when I actually take the time to stop and look at myself in the mirror, it’s not with compliments running through my brain.  Let’s be honest.  As a working mom, I’m lucky if I take the time to make sure my hair isn’t sticking up, let alone take time to really look at and admire what I see in the mirror.  The commentary usually goes like this: “Hey there luggage, how did you get under my eyes?  And the 536 new gray hairs?  Welcome to the family.  Extra chin!  When did you get there?  Meet your long-lost twin…”  You get the picture.

When I see my daughter using the mirror for sheer enjoyment, it makes me so incredibly happy.  That’s what mirrors should be for: making faces and pretending to be in fairy tales!  It makes me want to find a way to freeze her at this age of silly faces and hamming it up.  I want to steal some of that magic and use it on my own reflection.  But why can’t I?  I used to be that kind of child, you know , the one who never met a mirror she didn’t like.  How much energy would I save if I started to love what I see in the mirror and not be so critical of myself? Ok, maybe love is a strong word, but I can start liking it at least.  All I need to start with is a genuine SMILE and a simple “Shut the eff up!” to that inner Joan Rivers. 

Instead of viewing the mirror as something to rush past, I can use it as a portal for self-love.  I want to reawaken that silly little girl who is buried somewhere deep inside me.  The one who didn’t care what the reflection looked like.  The one who made silly faces and posed for the “camera”.  She was a lot of fun.  So thank you Zoey, for making me see a new use for an old thing. The mirror that is, not my face.

8 comments on “Silly Faces”

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  2. I’ll be sticking my tongue out at myself in the mirror from now on and I’ll think of you every time. 🙂 ❤

  3. This is an important message. I’m guessing that there will be a time when she will no longer default to kid behavior and instead will model your behavior. If at that time you’re still avoiding the mirror or getting upset at what you see there, she’ll pick up on that. I’m so glad you’re realizing this now because not only will it help her in the long run, it will be more fun for you in the meantime! BTW, when I look at you I certainly don’t see bags under your eyes or double chins or anything, but we’re always our own worst critics. xoxo

  4. Such a great message Kriste! I have a little poser, she is constantly looking at her reflection in the mirror, the tv, the microwave, the door to the fire place…you get the picture 🙂 She is always smiling, putting her hands on her hips, swishing her hair back a forth, it cracks me up. You have a beautiful smile and should appreciate that everytime you look in the mirror!

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