There must be something wrong with my digital camera. It’s putting lines on my face. No way those could be wrinkles! But just to be sure, I checked in the mirror. The lighted, magnifying mirror. Heavens, how long have they been there? Those tiny lines that tease the edges of my eyes. The creases on either side of my mouth that remind of parenthesis. 🙁 How could my family and friends not tell me they were there? How could I have not noticed!
I spent a half a day sad and depressed until I decided I wouldn’t let time march across my face any longer! I had a plan!
No more smiling! Everyone knows that’s how you get those those lines at the corners of your eyes. I will just stop smiling and laughing!
But wait!
What about my twin grandsons when call me on the phone excited because they learned how to ride their tricycles today or they drew an apple at mother’s day out. And then before hanging up say, “I wuf you, Nana!”
Or when my writer’s group goes on the retreat and we laugh ourselves silly for the whole weekend.
Or I go downstairs in the morning and underneath my coffee cup is a note from my dh saying how much he loves me.
No way I can NOT smile or laugh at those precious moments!
Well then, I will just have to avoid making any more of those very few, very faint lines on my forehead. The kind caused by scrunching up your face when you worry.
No more worrying for me! Those faint lines will not become more pronounced or multiply.
But wait!
What about when my sons have to work till odd hours of the night and drive home after midnight tired and hungry.
Or a family member is told they have cancer.
Or a friend is having problems and you can’t help them.
No way I can NOT worry about those I love.
And no way I can NOT smile and laugh with my family and friends.
Each wrinkle represents my love for those special people in my life.
So maybe having wrinkles is not so bad.
I got word that the poem I submitted to Circadian Poems has been accepted and will be featured on December 7. I am really excited about this because it will be a first time for me to have a poem published. No news yet on the short story I submitted back in October to The Scruffy Dog Review.
Still plugging along on in NaNo world.
it’s worth the wrinkles! 