Here she was, young and beautiful, the "fairest of them all".
And now she's no longer young. And along comes this girl, young and beautiful to steal that "fairest" crown from her.
I was 50 last fall.
I can see the gray hairs popping in.
I am fighting a weight gain that is apparently
And then there is JR.
JR is almost 13 and has minimal acne. Her skin is smooth and clear. She has braces--but they will come off and she will have straight teeth and I bet she will not have cavities. Her hair is like mine used to be, but thanks to the fact that she has a curly haired mother, it is in better shape than mine was and is a lovely cascade of curls.
JR is slender the way I was at her age. I think she is physically active enough to escape the pounds that began to roll onto my middle in my late teens. She's stopped dancing, but moves with grace and ease.
And I have to look at my beautiful, delightful, heart-of -my -heart daughter every day, and in her I see myself as old and ugly.
Last night I was using our Wii Fit and she was watching--and I hate to have an audience--and she said something about what I was doing and I snapped at her and ended up going upstairs in tears.
And with a whole lot of sympathy for that "wicked" Queen, who didn't even have the comfort of the "fairest of them all" being her own beloved child.