My Beauty

Motherhood Moments

It’s a funny thing, beauty. You know what they say: it’s in the eye of the beholder. But there are things on which pretty much everybody agrees.

There’s this kind of beauty…

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 …and there’s this…

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…and then there’s this:

She’s not beautiful in a way that any age of humanity—jazz, gilded or Twitter—would idealize. Her features are a little squashed, her eyes slightly crossed, her gait more than a bit ungainly.

And yet she is beautiful. And that’s not just a parent’s prejudice talking. There’s this beauty:

…and this…

…and this…

But most of all, she is beautiful…simply because she is. Because someone up there thought she had something to offer to the world, and sent her down here.

Just like everyone else.

Talk about finding beauty in the ordinary.