Sleeping Beauty

What’s Beautiful?

I’m sitting here trying my best to think of what is beautiful. I glance over at my toddler child tucked under a Peter Rabbit blanket on the couch. She cried for hours for me to hold her just before she conked out. I’ve held her for about 27 hours in the last day and if you’re good at math, you understand just how much holding that equates to.

So her sleeping is beautiful to me right now.

What else is beautiful? The tiny rubber duck smashed into her cheek is. And, okay I’ll go for it; my toddler’s ever so slight two-year-old unibrow is beautiful. Now you might be scrunching up your eyes, audibly saying, “Huh? What is she talking about?” And of course, I will tell you. The duck and unibrow represent one powerful message. This message is often lost on teenagers and those weeding through life and society wanting to impress and craving to be liked. I won’t make you sit and try to guess where I’m going with this. My toddler is in her element. She isn’t worried about what her face will look like when she wakes up with the imprint of a duck on her cheek. She also doesn’t beg me for tweezers so she can pluck those little innocuous hairs that have sprouted between her eyebrows. She’s unconcerned. She is the true definition of natural beauty.

She’s sleeping. She is at peace and right now at this moment, I am too.

~ Wendy