I love my mom. She is visiting this week and Mother’s Day is tomorrow, so I thought this was a good time to talk about a few things she has taught me on the subjects of clothes and beauty and generally keeping oneself presentable.
Thinking back to tiny childhood, the first gift she gave me was not worrying. I played in the dirt all the time and I never worried about my clothes and I knew mom didn’t worry either. When I say I played in the dirt, I don’t mean drawing on the ground with a stick, but still staying fairly clean. One of my my favorite pastimes was smearing things in mud (my tricycle, the family dog, my sister, myself, anything handy really….). If/when necessary, my mom hosed me off before I came in the house, but I never had to worry about keeping my play clothes nice. It translates to a peaceful easy feeling about clothes. That is a gift that I take for granted, but one that I love so much!
When I wasn’t outside smearing my face with the Dirt of a Hundred Gopher Holes, mom let me play dress up and draw dresses and choose my own clothes a lot of the time. We also watched a ton of black and white movies growing up. I think that is where my fashion love comes from – dress ups and old movies. By the time I got to high school, some of my outfits were pretty strange looking, but mom let me try things and let me fail sometimes. She gave me freedom to get messy and to figure things out, but she was there for advice when I needed her.
But rules and being allowed to do this or that are only a fraction of what you learn from your mom. Rules are a tiny part – they are easily overwhelmed by learning through what your mom says and does and how she acts toward people and what she loves.
My mom doesn’t give up comfort or function in her clothes. She chooses practical clothes in happy colors and never wears anything itchy or constricting. Since she feels comfortable, she looks comfortable. She likes clothes, but she mainly likes being able to forget them and get on to what she’s doing.
Simplicity can be very beautiful. Don’t hide behind artifice. Mom always looks genuine – she doesn’t change faces when she puts on makeup. Her beauty is her own and it is linked directly to her kindness. Kindness is beautiful. My mom’s smile is like solar power – a powerful sunshine magic that warms you up inside. My mom gives herself away through those smiles and she gives so herself so freely and sincerely.
My mom rejoices in what makes other people beautiful. Do you ever look at a friend and see something beautiful about them and sigh inwardly, because it doesn’t belong to you? It’s pretty instinctive for most of us. My mom doesn’t do that. I think it is one of the most beautiful things about her. My mom is really competitive, but it is the healthy kind of competition that makes every game more fun. It’s never about having better hair or better makeup or better clothes than somebody else. Her competitive spirit isn’t tinged with envy. It doesn’t involve one-upmanship. She builds people up and focuses on their strengths, even when they aren’t the same as her strengths.
I’m so blessed by my mom. If you haven’t met her, I’m sorry. If you do meet her, you’ll understand all this.
Thank you, mom. This one’s for you. Happy Mother’s Day!