Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Wrinkles should merely indicate
where smiles have been.
It happened one year at the zoo. My daughter and I stood beside a grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles. The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist, who was decorating them with tiger paws.
"You have so many freckles, there's no place to paint," a boy in line cried. Embarrassed, the little girl beside me dropped her head.
Her grandmother knelt down next to her. "I love your freckles," she said.
"Not me," the girl replied.
"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," she said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."
The little girl looked up. "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother." Why just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little girl peered into the olde woman's smiling face. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.
That moment has whispered something to me ever since. If I look at others with the eyes of love, I will not see blemishes. Only Beauty.
8 August, 2012