Red Writing Hood: Ugly/Beauty
Stepping from the steaming shower in the pre-dawn hours, I stand dripping for a moment before I wipe my bleary eyes, towel off my hair, dry my body. Most times, I don’t even look at the reflection in the mirror across the room. Autopilot is in effect. I dry, I comb, I brush and style, I stumble out the door to work. Some mornings, though, I stop. Take inventory. Survey the scene. I notice the sagging breasts of motherhood. The puckering stomach. I notice the fragile, wrinkled eyes growing older day by day. I’m still there, but different now. Stronger and more fragile all at once. Inevitably on these days my fingers wander to the scar that stretches across my abdomen. I remember that the nurse in the hospital called it my smile. “How’s your smile feeling?” she had asked. I touch it, still reddened and angry from the hot water. I feel along the full length of it. I notice the “teeth marks”, the places where the staples that put me back together made their own scars
A real pumpkin patch!! I'm so jealous:) I love that she picked a green one. Kids are awesome.
ReplyDeleteWe tried and failed to grow pumpkins this year. I love The Nuggets' selection!
ReplyDeleteSweet! The fiance and I were just talking about how we need to go pluck some pumpkins.
ReplyDeleteAdorable. We went pumpkin picking this weekend too. Looks like you guys had a great time!
ReplyDeleteDid she really pick out the green one? I love it. She is adorable.
ReplyDeleteI need to get my kids to a pumpkin patch. I don't know if there is even one around here in Texas, but that is a fall must!