Monday, November 16, 2009
Why am I showing you? Making you look at a part of me that I would rather you not notice?
Starting today, I want to start seeing beauty in that hand - prettiness where I now see ugliness. I want to look at that hand and see commitment - the ring that Husband gave me as a symbol of our promise to cleave to each other. I want to see strength in those fingers - the power to soothe a fussy baby, open any jar, palm a basketball. I want to see experience in those war wounds - years of turning pages, writing essays, grading papers, changing diapers, typing e-mails.
I want to show you so that I can take a good look myself.
What brings me here to this virtual world of words is the chance to start conversations about the things I don't talk enough about, sometimes things I don't really want to talk about - showing you who I am, unsightly cuticles, tortured metaphors, and all. After all, what else are we doing when we write for an audience but taking the lid off of ourselves, letting outsiders in to have a look around, to criticize maybe, or perhaps to give us back an insight that will help build strength in our weakness?
So today I show you a part of myself. Show you to tell you. Show you to show me.
And now I'm off to give myself a manicure.
Which of your physical features tells the most about you? (Any tips on how I can stop biting my nails would also be most welcome.)
Posted by Kristen @ Motherese at 6:25 AM