“I don’t like my skates,” my four-year-old mentioned quietly, as we sat on the bleachers outside of our local ice skating rink.
It was our family’s first time ice skating together, my husband and my previous trips around a rink more than twenty years behind us. Since my children have some of my genetic material, they didn’t take to the sport right away, but my son’s bravery and tenacity kicked in, and he was faring better than his sister. He was falling more than she was, but that’s the price of letting go of the wall.
We had already taken a hot chocolate break, and as I was lacing my girl’s bright yellow rentals, she made her confession.
“I don’t like my skates.”
“Do they hurt your feet?” I asked.
“No,” she clarified. “I don’t like the way they look.” She touched a finger to one of the many dings and scuff marks on the lemon-colored surface, and continued. “Mine are too scratched up. No one else has scratches on their skates.”
As I held one of her feet in my lap, the cold metal blade cutting into my thigh, I smiled.
“Your skates have marks on them because other kids have used them before you. Those are marks of fun. The more marks a skate has, the more fun it has had.”
“Marks of fun?” she wrinkled her nose, doubtfully.
“Yeah,” I continued. “Look at my face. See the lines around my eyes and my mouth?” My preschooler pulled me close by cupping either side of my face, her small hands cocooned in rose-colored kitty mittens.
I smiled widely, the teeth-baring, eye-squinting smile that created the crevasses in my skin, and she nodded.
“I see them,” she said. “Here,” tracing between my eye and my ear, “and here,” tracing my smile line.
“Those lines are from all times I’ve smiled,” I told her. “From all the fun I’ve had.”
“If I smile a lot, will I have cracks on my face like you do?”
“You will,” I told her, thinking about the way her face transforms and her eyes disappear when she’s happy.
“Cool,” she grinned. “I hope I have so many fun marks when I’m a grown-up.”
Smile fading, my girl cocked her head to the side and watched the people on the ice for a moment. Looking down at her borrowed footwear, bright as the sun and heavily worn, she nodded for the second time.
“These skates have had a lot of fun,” she decided.
“They really have,” I agreed. “Now let’s go have some more.”
26 thoughts on “The Cracks On My Face”
Aww. So sweet.
Any way to have the fun but not the cracks?
I think there are a trillion remedies for that, but I’m not sure how many work. 😉
Dammit, Amy. Stop making me cry so much. I’m starting to get lines in my face from the tracks of my tears of emotion from all these kinds of posts. Beautiful, my friend. Such a lovely moment. Can’t wait to share.
Thank you for sharing this, Michelle. We don’t need to worry about our wrinkles because we’ve got PicMonkey.
This is so special. You’re such an awesome mom. I’m stashing this away as yet another piece of your parenting advice that I can use when the need arises.
I’m having this comment embroidered on a throw pillow. Thank you for taking the time to make my day! xoxo
I’m always trying to instill lessons like these at an early age for my kids, too. I have boys, so I’m hoping it won’t be as hard because I really believe that girls feel so much more pressure than boys do in this area. But with moms like you out there teaching these lessons to your girls, surely it will make self acceptance easier–and even enjoyable!–for them. Great job!
Thanks, Shay! My girl and boy already see the world differently, and I don’t know how much is nature and how much is nurture. I’m trying my best to fight the tide, either way.
Dammit, Amy, now I feel guilty for using eye cream. I’m a fun eraser!!
Don’t feel guilty. I do, too. We don’t need to broadcast all the fun we’ve had. It would be bragging.
Where is the ‘favorite’ or ‘lol’ button! fun eraser, bragging! Funny stuff ladies!
OK, that totally made me tear up. Love. 🙂
Thanks, Stephanie. Me too, a little. 😉
Wrinkles are hickeys from the universe!
You make my heart happy.
Back at ya.
I love the spin you put on the marks on your preschooler’s skates. This is such a precious story. LOVE the ending. Priceless!
Thanks, Parri! I appreciate your tweets!
GORGEOUS! Loved this post. Changing the world one attitude at a time.
Thank you, Ashley! I’m not always so positive, but I try.
I love this so much, the way you took a moment and reminded your daughter to love herself. Absolutely love this.
Lovely! And even more so that your daughter loved it, too.
I absolutely love this post. I’m rereading it today because it’s so beautiful. Whenever my son comes home with an absolutely filthy shirt, I always tell him that he must have had a really good day. And we smile and laugh together. I never thought to apply the same principle to my wrinkles. I’M HAVING A LOAD OF FUN!!
Dang it! I love this! There’s always a moment to teach daughters valuable lessons! This one she will always remember…Guaranteed!!