It was her turn. The game piece was ticking faster and faster. The words wouldn’t come out. And again, the buzzer sounded. She sat with her legs crossed and her arms pulled against her chest.
I knew that person.
She was dressed older than her age. Her feet were shoved uncomfortably into those heels. With braces on her crooked teeth, I knew orthodontia was new to her.
I recognized familiarity.
He turned around and saw her sitting in the back by herself. I too, will sit in the back by myself. But the reasons I do so today are different than the reasons I did so then.
In the mirror I saw a reflection of what once was. If you want to change it, you must face it. I handed her the mirror. She didn’t need to look into it, I knew what she saw. But I told her to look anyway, she needed to know what I saw.
She sees inadequate. I see equipped.
She sees nervousness. I see anticipation.
She sees poor performance. I see brilliance.
She sees awkward. I see radiant.
No one may ever believe in her. But I will. Today, she makes me look long & hard at the mirror and see who I am. Traces of yesterday rarely cloud the glass because that which was established in my life, keeps me from never being swept away.
No matter what anyone may say or what anyone may do; those things will come & go. I believe the reflection in the mirror wil keep you from never being swept away, if you choose to see what I see.
