Every now and then I’ll hear something, or read something that someone has commented to me, and it resonates in my head until I have to write it down.
When we were at Disneyland over spring break, we were in line at the Haunted Mansion. As we were turning a corner in the line, someone said my name. I looked up, and it was my friend Sarah whom I haven’t seen in six years. We used to work in PR at Edelman in the Bay Area. She currently lives in Wisconsin. The last time we saw each other she had just had her first baby. Now she has two. I am horrible at picking people out of a crowd, even movie stars. So I was excited that she recognized me. As we were passing each other, I told my husband to quickly take our pictures. We didn’t get much chance to talk, as the herd of people would riot, and chew our limbs off if we did not shuffle along (now I have “everyday I’m shuffling” in my head).
One comment Sarah made, hasn’t stopped ringing in my head. After she hugged me she said, “you look just like your picture on Facebook.”
I didn’t quite know how to respond. I’m thinking she meant that that was a good thing. Which, of course makes me happy. Then it got me wondering, isn’t that the point? The fact that we get to reconnect, stay in touch with family and friends near and far, don’t we want to be genuine? I hope that when people meet me in person after browsing my blog, will find that who I am is the same on paper (the Internet) as I am in human form.
I’m sure we’ve all met people who we’re so excited to meet, due to our online relationships, and sometimes, are disappointed, or sometimes we just simply don’t recognize them, because the photo we’ve been associating them with, isn’t them. Then there are the wonderful moments, where someone you like turns out to be exactly as they are, or even more vibrant and fun in real life. That’s pretty sweet.
In a time where it’s so easy to get caught up in the impersonal side of the Internet, it’s nice to be told that you are genuine, and you are what they see.
Another comment that hit home, straight to my heart was from my friend Tresa, who after seeing this picture of my daughters and I, wrote on Facebook, “I love how much your daughters love you.”
I just sat there, staring at the photo, and the comment for the first time. I even went back to it, just to read it again a few times. I’m so accustomed to my daughters, and our relationship, that I had never articulated, or had it stated to me so clearly. She’s right. I am a recipient of their love, and that love colors my world so brightly. It’s a massive part of why I have such a good time being a mom. The day-to-day stuff isn’t always fun, and isn’t always easy, sometimes it’s downright filled with grumpiness. Yet, we do it anyway, because that’s the essence of our characters. I am very blessed to have two girls who often thank me. They find ways to show their love, and I’m starting to realize how very unique that is, and what a responsibility I have to honor that.
My daughters fight over who gets to cuddle with me. They tackle me with hugs, they share notes with each other that make me so glad. They forgive me when I trip up, they run to me when their hearts are broken, and their eyes dance when they are thrilled. I want to have Tresa’s comment ringing in my ears daily, so I can remember to be more patient, and more what my girls need, because they have trusted me with their hearts.
I’m grateful for friends who can share such profound messages in my life that leave me pondering them for days on end.