One of my friends recently posted this bit of hilarity on their Facebook feed:
Is it completely inappropriate and mean spirited? Absolutely. Also, really, really funny.
Imagine my horror when my three-year old leaned over my shoulder and said, “Is that you mommy?”
What? Really kid? I haven’t lost the baby weight entirely, but I’m not THAT fat and besides I would never wear that. (Is what I wanted to shout at my child)
Instead I said, “Sweetie, she doesn’t have red hair. Mommy has red hair.” (I really didn’t want to mention the size difference because we are working on avoiding mention of such things in front of an impressionable toddler)
She persisted in her belief that it was a picture of me.
I finally asked, “Baby, why do you think that is mommy?”
“Because she looks so pretty and happy,” she replied.
And then I realized that what I saw and what my sweet daughter saw were two very different things. I love her heart. I love that she saw pretty and happy where I saw fat and smug. I wish I saw people with her heart and eyes.