All moms are monkey groomers until our eyesight goes out, and we need our little monkeys to groom us. As soon as our babies are born we begin to preen them. Cleaning and clearing their tiny little noses, ears, and all those other little openings. If there is a something to pick, poke, or clean we take care of it. Then they get older and smack our hands away as we annoy them with spit fixing their hair or spit wiping the smudge of dried jelly off their cheek. Finally, they take over all the job of hygiene for themselves. Smart mothers get a dog that they can begin caring for as our need to groom must be satisfied.
How many moms have stood their in front of the groom, who is her son and just had to adjust his tie or fix that wayward strand of hair? Or our beautiful bride daughter will surely need just a little this or that to be just perfect. 40 years ago when my sister was getting married my mom noticed a short thread that needed to be cut from the neck of Teri's gorgeous gown. It was her duty and pleasure to fix it with a pair of grooming scissors. Unfortunately, she cut Teri's silky skin along with the thread and a drop of blood quickly was wiped away by Mom keeping her dress just right.
The years pass and our eyesight begins to dim and our children become the groomers pointing out all those annoying aging details that we should be able to take care of for ourselves. Plucking a chin hair here and removing a crumb of food there are just a couple of the tasks that have now become theirs. Our kids become our eyes and hands at keeping us groomed just so. Until they leave home and we are left to fend for ourselves. At which point we are blessed with poor vision, so we just go happily through life not seeing what others see. Kindly, our friends inform us if anything gets too far out of hand. Nobody wants to sit across from someone with a braidable chin hair, but beyond that our companion's eyesight matches our own, so most pesky flaws go unnoticed by all.
Then comes our helpful, naive grandkids and the cycle starts all over again. I smile!
In Him,
Joyful
10-26-11
ss
How many moms have stood their in front of the groom, who is her son and just had to adjust his tie or fix that wayward strand of hair? Or our beautiful bride daughter will surely need just a little this or that to be just perfect. 40 years ago when my sister was getting married my mom noticed a short thread that needed to be cut from the neck of Teri's gorgeous gown. It was her duty and pleasure to fix it with a pair of grooming scissors. Unfortunately, she cut Teri's silky skin along with the thread and a drop of blood quickly was wiped away by Mom keeping her dress just right.
The years pass and our eyesight begins to dim and our children become the groomers pointing out all those annoying aging details that we should be able to take care of for ourselves. Plucking a chin hair here and removing a crumb of food there are just a couple of the tasks that have now become theirs. Our kids become our eyes and hands at keeping us groomed just so. Until they leave home and we are left to fend for ourselves. At which point we are blessed with poor vision, so we just go happily through life not seeing what others see. Kindly, our friends inform us if anything gets too far out of hand. Nobody wants to sit across from someone with a braidable chin hair, but beyond that our companion's eyesight matches our own, so most pesky flaws go unnoticed by all.
Then comes our helpful, naive grandkids and the cycle starts all over again. I smile!
In Him,
Joyful
10-26-11
ss
Love it! I miss my groomer. She'll be home this weekend so I'm sure she'll go over my face and neck with a fine-toothed comb.
ReplyDeleteDo you want to borrow her to check for your chin hairs?
Beautifully written...and so very true
ReplyDeletehugs