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Growing up, I hated my curls.

H-a-t-e-d them.

They were temperamental, difficult and unruly.

My feelings about my hair were compounded by the fact that I had two sisters with bone-straight blond hair.

And then there was me.

Tumble-haired, curly, wild and unyielding, my hair refused to be tamed. I spent most of my time in braids and ponytails, wishing I could wear it down and swinging like my sisters could.

It wasn’t easy growing up as the younger sister to two blond bombshells.

Especially when you looked nothing like them.

Humidity?  Kapow – you’ve got hair with ‘tude.

Wind?  You’ve got tangles up the wazoo.

To this day, I wear it layered, use expensive products to manage it, and fight with it in summertime.

Then, I caught a view of something recently that completely changed how I feel:

2 1/2 year old Grand-daughter MJ's glorious curls ..

And as I listened to her mother, complain about this beautiful child’s gorgeous mane and how hard it was for her to manage, something in me shifted.

It occurred to me then that there was a reason I was given all that I was: I believe I was given these crazy curls to help a precious little someone understand that she’s absolutely perfect just the way God made her.

If I refuse to honor what He gave to me, how can I hope to foster self-acceptance in her?

I know one thing for sure: she’ll always have an ally in her Nana, who knows a thing or two about curls.

Me .. after an long day & a workout - yep- still curly!

And, just because her little face makes me smile, here’s a shot of wee MJ from the front:

"A grandchild is a gift from above; one to cherish, one to love." -Anonymous

Is there something about yourself that you’ve struggled to accept?

 

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A baker’s dozen

Toast and Jam anyone? image.gambia.uk

Two bloggers inspired this post: they are MJ Monaghan’s and his 27 Possibly Interesting things about me  and Darla’s “about the Maineiac” over at She’s a Maineiac.  Well written and and hilarious, their musings made me laugh out loud and and think long and hard about what I’d choose to share if I did.  And then I did.  For more please consider visiting the links above; I promise it’s worth the read. 🙂

On that note, I give you my Baker’s Dozen:  i.e. 13 pieces not 12.  More about the history of the Baker’s Dozen here.

  1. When I started school I was a left-handed curly-haired little girl;  teachers made me switch to right-handed.  I stuttered then and still do if I’m tired or nervous. I still have curly hair.  Some things cannot be forced out of us.

    I'm glad grand-daughter MJ has my curls & someone in her life who understands them!

  2. Singing in a cover band helped me pay for college. Don’t tell anyone but I would have done it for free.

    rockin the 80s hairdo as the "singer in the band"

  3. Speaking of, most of what I learned there has nothing to do with what I actually know or do.
  4. I hear people.  About a year after my Dad passed, my cousin Kirk died unexpectedly.  Before I “heard” the news, I knew: I was cleaning my closet and heard Dad’s voice (in my right ear) quietly say, “Oh … Kirk’s here.”  And that night, I got the phone call informing me of his death.  It was comforting to have advance notice and to know there’s definitely a welcoming committee upon arrival.

    Thanks for the heads-up, Dad

  5. My eyes used to be blue, but are green now. How does that happen?

    yep .. definitely green now

  6. Breakfast is my favorite meal because 3 of my favorite scents happen then: coffee, toast and bacon. Mm mm.

    .. mouth-watering-goodness .. (google.images.ca)

  7. I give great credence to my intuitive self.  The only times I’ve gotten into trouble is when I’ve ignored it.

    ..:: so true ::..

  8. I’m patriotic.  I still think there’s more that’s right with this country than there is wrong.  You can think otherwise if you wish, but I don’t care to debate it.

    A day I'll never forget: the day I became a citizen!

  9. My earliest memories involve animals, especially horses.  Dad used to clean the barns with Tony and Bruce, a team of Belgian draught horses,and he’d let me and my sister climb up and hold onto their neck collars as he drove them. Lumbering to the field on their monstrous shoulders made us feel like we were on top of the world’s highest rocking chairs.

    The famed Budweiser Clydesdales; Imagine being 5 and being up on those shoulders!

  10. As much as I love to talk with and be around others, I also relish being alone and remaining quiet.

    I can find beauty out here

  11. I don’t believe being related gives you the right to be hurtful. My parents always told us “don’t save your best manners for strangers.” There’s nothing admirable about being brutally honest if all someone remembers about you is …..that you were brutal.

    image: pinterest.com

  12. The Library is one of my favorite places to visit.  I love the “shhhs,” the smell of the books and all the nooks and crannies in which to hide away and read. I’ll probably never have an e-reader.

    image from pinterest.com

  13. My favorite quote of all time is this one: “To thine own self be true.” Know who you are and own it. And if you don’t know who you are and what you stand for, find out.

    ..:: read it ... learned it ... living it ::..

Will you consider sharing your “Baker’s Dozen” with me?

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Reflections

There will come a time when you will catch your reflection in the mirror and  stop to really see yourself.

You will see … you.

at 48, I finally accepted my naturally curly hair.

You will see a person who’s made their way in life, who has caused hurt, been hurt, laughed, cried, stumbled, loved and been loved.

You will see you as you really are and you’ll notice … when you lean in to look closer … that the creases around your eyes and the lines near your mouth …only go where the smiles have been.

You’ll notice the shape of  the body that carries you every day and maybe you’ll take a moment to be amazed at all it does .. and tries to do … when asked.  You’ll feel sorrow for the times you’ve taken it for granted and not rewarded it for hard work.

You’ll contemplate the many thoughts and ideas that cross your mind every day, every hour, every minute and you will realize who’s in the reflection; you’ll finally see your spirit living inside.

This moment may cause you to step back.. but then … you will take inventory of those who occupy the warmest spaces of your heart; those who love and support you and those whom you love and support.  And you will begin the eviction process for those who’ve wounded you and left marks upon your soul.

You will realize that the time has come; the time has come to accept all that you are and to finally see all you bring … to the world.

The time has come to be thankful, to be accepting, and most of all,  to be loving.  For if you cannot do this for that person in the mirror, how can you pretend to do it for anyone else?

We are more than the sum of our parts; join me and give thanks for every step of life’s pathway.

Categories: Attitude, Beauty, Forgiveness, Friendship, Growth, Joy, Life, Life Lessons, Patriotic, Personal, Random, Relationships, Self Discovery, Share, Uncategorized, Wisdom, Women | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

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