I once had a driver’s license photo that seemed like a scene from a dream. Just two days post-honeymoon in Hawaii, I was glowing, radiating the joy of sun-soaked days and balmy nights. My skin was kissed by the sun, and my eyes sparkled with the memories of breathtaking sunsets. In that moment, I felt like I could conquer the world, even my favorite jeans fit perfectly—no need for a belt!
Fast forward five years, and I’m now navigating the chaos of an airport security line, hunched over with a car seat carrier that feels like a small shed. My suitcase wobbles behind me as I juggle my 3-year-old son, who is sprawled on the floor, groaning in frustration. A large bag filled with snacks, crayons, and airplane toys hangs from my shoulder like an extra limb. I can’t shake the feeling that my shirt has ridden up, but there’s no time to fix it.
This trip had been a challenge. Flying solo with my little one to visit friends in New York was no cakewalk. Somewhere between one city and another, my son embraced the infamous “Terrible Threes.” After three days of tears, tantrums, and sleepless nights, all I longed for was the comfort of home.
As we approached the TSA agent, a flicker of relief washed over me. We were nearly through. I handed him our crumpled boarding passes along with my shiny driver’s license. He scrutinized the photo, then glanced back at me, tilting his head. After a few tense seconds, he scribbled something on our passes and muttered, “Close enough.”
“Close enough?!” I exclaimed, snatching the tickets with an air of indignation. I tossed my head in frustration, hoping my messy hair would make a statement.
We eventually boarded our flight without further incident. Finally on the plane, my son was happily coloring beside me, while I stared at my driver’s license. That radiant woman smiled back at me, but I questioned whether I truly looked that different. Sure, my hair was now shorter, my skin paler, and my face rounder. But the real change stemmed from within. That day at the airport, my struggles were evident; the happiness that once illuminated my face now felt elusive.
My gaze shifted to my little boy, who glanced up with a sweet smile, his purple crayon in hand. What does he see when he looks at me? Despite the challenges, I have so much to cherish. I might not make it back to Hawaii anytime soon, and tough days will come, but I refuse to let anyone doubt my worth or my glow. Plus, there’s always my new eye cream to help!
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In summary, while I may not be the carefree woman I once was, I have transformed in ways that matter. My journey continues, and I’m committed to embracing every moment with love and laughter.