I never like what I see

when I look in the mirror,

I am not fond of seeing photos either,

but once again I am challenged by innocence,

my 2 year old ( almost 2) grandson has no such hang-ups,

I am grandma, great for cuddles,

for reading books,

for building sandcastles on the beach,

he makes no comment on my face,

my weight,

my clothing,

or the way the salt air and the wind had sculpted

my hair into a mass of curls,

I am enough,

and this weekend he called me grandma for the first time,

he is delightful,

and teaches me that life is a delight more often than not,

you can get up from a bumped knee,

and be as wowed by a garden fountain

as you are by the sea and the beach!

He is a better mirror than any other mirror I own!