Three Girls and a Mirror

What is 70 percent of 30? I just asked Chad.
Nine, he answered.  Why?
I have no idea, I answered with tears streaming and laughing hysterically, I just pulled that question out of the air. 

That probably doesn’t sound very funny to you, but I could not stop laughing.  I really did have a specific question to ask Chad.  The question I intended to ask did included numbers. . . but not those numbers.  The question I intended to ask did have a point, but I can’t seem to remember the point.  After my laughter subsided I asked Chad when I stopped thinking before speaking.  Today it seems every statement bypassed by brain and came directly from my mouth. 

Truth be told. . . this Mama is tired.  We returned home this evening from spending a few days at my Dad’s.  Our time was filled with memory-making activities from beginning to end. All day I have anticipated sitting down and recording our memories and filling the screen with the reflections that always come with going “home“.  However, I fear that any recorded moments will take the route my words have chosen today and bypass the brain.  Apparently, my brain took a vacation day today, but neglected to inform me.  Therefore, I will save those thoughts for another day and offer a different kind of reflection.

As we were packing up the three-weeks worth of stuff we packed for our three day trip, Meadow was not a happy girl.  Chad suggested I entertain Meadow while he loaded up the car with our over-packing.  There are so many things I love about my Dad’s house.  Really, so many things.  One of my favorites, though, is the mirrored wall he has in the entryway.  Seriously, it provides endless fun for a fussy baby.

Or, at least for a camera carting Mama of a fussy baby.

While Chad loaded up the car, I did my best to entertain Meadow with her own sweet reflection.  It didn’t take long for Chanelle to come and join our entertainment.  The three of us took turns posing in front of the mirror while I did a really bad job trying to get us in focus without the camera in front of my face.

Seriously, how difficult is it to get a shot without looking through the viewfinder?  For me (on my brains Holiday) it was pretty tough.

Come on, Summer, it’s not Rocket Science.

In case you are wondering. . . yes I did cut my hair AGAIN.  Shorter than it’s ever been. . . ever.

Or is it?

I really did enjoy stepping back and watching my girls entertain each other in front of the mirror.  Chanelle’s commitment to her role as Big Sis is so evident.  She always takes great care to be sure Meadow is happy and has what she needs.

Mirrors are a funny thing.  I remember a time when I hated walking in front of them.  I remember a time when I would turn my head away from that mirrored wall in order to avoid my reflection.  Let’s face it. . .there are still “those days”. 

Today wasn’t one of them, though.  As I sat there and watched the reflection of my beautiful girls I was completely captivated.  Captivated not only by who they are, but who they will become.  Oh, I hope they will always see themselves as they are today.  I hope that their eyes never distort their reflection.  I hope that they will embrace the mirror and never make it more (or less) than it is. 

Whoa . . I’m diving too deep on my brain’s vacation day with that one, aren’t I?  Perhaps another day? 

Let’s just say that today we embraced the mirror.  Today, we enjoyed it. Today, it got the job done.  Chad completed the packing and we loaded up and drove home.  I will be back in a day or so with reflections from “home”, but now it’s probably best that I go to bed lest I ask Chad what 100 percent of 100 is.

Have a wonderful Friday, Friends!