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Musings from the family bathroom mirror.
What I See

Kathleen McNamara

I have to tell you people, your species never ceases to amaze me. I get to see the same people every day, and you never look the same. Oh! I get it. The girls have to wear their hair styled differently every day. There are days I just want to remind the boys that it would not hurt to run a comb through their hair. There have been times I have wanted to say, “That tie with that shirt? Really?” Or give a, “You go, girl! Knock’em dead!”

I can’t talk, but I can see what can't be hidden by the clothes, makeup, and accessories. I can see the questions in your eyes. The answers I could give you if only I could speak! You have no idea how much it bothers me to see you confident and on top of the world one day, and so down on yourselves the next. And don’t get me started on the days you come in to cry so no one can see you.

As a mirror, I take my position in this household very seriously. It is my job to help you look your best. I try very hard to keep my glass bright and clean to reflect back to you the wonderful people that I see.

So I promise you, I will continue to make sure you put your best foot forward. My only regret, as a bathroom mirror, is that I never get to see the shoes. I do have it on good authority from the tall mirrors in the bedroom closets, that the shoes the girls wear are to die for.

I just have one favor to ask. Could you all please smile more often? You have no idea how much I love a good smile.

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