When I look in the mirror, I see an old friend smiling back at me. She went missing last year, caught up in the throes of postpartum depression and postpartum anxiety. I am rediscovering myself and my passions. I see a woman closer to forty (eek!) instead of thirty who can still pass for thirty. Thank you Mom and Dad for your wonderful genes! Seriously my folks are in their sixties, and they don’t look it at all.
I see eyes full of kindness and empathy. I see that playful twinkle in my eyes. I see a mouth that encloses a powerful voice that can make beautiful music. I see a smile that can light up a room and cheer up a friend. I see a cute figure that I finally feel comfortable showing off. I see a belly that is stretched out that carried two big babies on my 5′ 1″ frame. Munch was 9 pounds, 3 ounces, and Skeeter was 8 pounds, eleven ounces. I see a woman who is finally comfortable in her own skin and in who she is. I see the confidence, humor and passion back in her eyes. Welcome back old friend! It’s so good to see you again.