She looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of an older
woman. She rubbed her eyes to clear them out but the old woman still stared
back at her. Why did she stare into that distressed mirror? Wait, was that a tear rolling down one cheek,
seeping out of her right eye ever so slightly?
The years had melted together to form a book of life. The
ups and down, tragedies and experiences unique to her were reflected on some
unwritten pages. And yet, tomorrow would come with more stories to write. Another
day would bring her one day closer to another hallmark notch in her life, as
the ending part played out.
She grabbed a tissue and dabbed the tear. As it soaked into
the tissue, her head bowed, she recalled her life’s special moments. She lifted
her head to gaze at her image one more time and see if she looked any
different.
This time she saw some laugh lines. This time she saw some
wrinkles from worry about her children. This time she saw a sparkle from the
love in her life. She also saw an uplifted head showing the confidence borne of
a full life and the pride over the accomplishments of her husband, children and
friends. This time she smiled. She was no younger but she was indeed wiser.
