I'm learning a lot in this season of life. How about you? I've learned that I can't really see my face unless I use a five-times magnifying mirror. I look much younger in the regular mirror (only to myself of course) but when I use the five-times mirror...things come into focus that I didn't even know were there....like chin hairs and whiskers and trenches in my smile lines around my mouth and my eyes. I can slather creme on the lines and hope it works but it's the little hairs I can do something about and I stalk them like their criminals. I've never had my eyebrows waxed but I give them a regular tweezing. Then there's the coiffure....where did those grey hairs come from? There's a few wiry little guys that love to prance on top of my head. I've found some delightful hair products that make my mane look thick and tame the corkscrews. AND my beautician has found a process that highlights the color that remains. It's rough staying presentable in this fifty-five plus stage of life but it's worth it. My five year old(with concern in his voice) commented to his mom the other day as they passed thru a restaurant drive thru ..."that lady looks like she is going to die soon." She was older than me and very wrinkled....since I don't want my grandkids thinking that about me yet, I'll keep sprucing up what I can. Any tips you have to share, I'd appreciate! |
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- Pam
- I grew up in Southern Mississippi, and at eleven years of age I invited Jesus Christ into my life. Several years later, I married a young man from Oklahoma and we eventually moved to his home state. There we welcomed our first child, a beautiful baby boy. Four and a half years later, our daughter was born and unfortunately tragedy struck. Our daughter suffered brain damage during open heart surgery. In the years that followed, I was her care-giver. I've been stretched and remolded as I've journeyed through many trials. I was widowed in 2003 and as my husband was dying, he said for him one of the most difficult things was knowing that I would probably bury our daughter without him. I told him should that occur, when she died I would picture in my heart him seeing her walk and talk for the first time and that would bring me strength and joy. I can truly say that it did. His death started me on this journey as "a single wife." The first eight years of blogging are as a grieving, healing widow. Now the posts are as a newly remarried who has found life after widowhood.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Lessons in the Trenches
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I'm in denial; is that okay? Sometimes the truth just about sinks in, but I forget it. But I sure like to listen to other people share their secrets and surprises. tee hee
I'm finding it's all about me slowing down! Yep, that's a good thing. Is the world moving faster or am I just not keeping up? Finally, I have learned some horse sense...the ability to say "nay." Feels good, too!
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