French Husband's youngest cousin, Anais. Text and Photo, by Corey Amaro
Anais and I were walking down the street to the park, when my neighbor, an older woman, came out of her house to greet us. "Bonjour," she gave in an overly cheerful voice, "What a beautiful little girl you have with you. Tell me, is she your grand-daughter, or is she your great grand-daughter?"
The instant those words came out of her mouth, I took an imaginary step back, and thought to myself;
"GREAT GRAND-DAUGHTER!" At the same time I did the math, calculating if it were even possible? Though the bottom line is, the reality of my genetic makeup. I look older than I am, and it is not easy to hear people think it out loud.
I gotta get over this fact.
I gotta shake it off with it doesn't matter how old I look, what matters is how I live my days.
Nevertheless, when my neighbor asked me if Anais (my French Husband's cousin) was my grand daughter or my great daughter, I should have laughed and said, "No, she is my little cousin." Instead of taking it personally as an insult to my looks.
Nevertheless, when I come face to face with God, and everyone is asking him serious, thoughtful questions, seeking answers and guidance, and trying to come to terms with What is life all about? Why do people suffer? etc.etc. I am going to ask:
"Did you really think it was necessary to give me short legs, a big nose and a double chin?"
At the end of the day we are all the inner child, the thinker, the joker, the mother, the lover, the giver and the old wise woman rolled up as one.
Happy Mother's Day everyone.
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