As it happened it was a Saturday
morning, a housecleaning day. I went into the bathroom to get
a can of Ajax that I kept beneath the bathroom sink. Absently,
I bent down to reach for it and as I stood to walk away, I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
For a second, I was taken aback. The way you are when
you run across an old acquaintance and
for a moment, you try to place the face.
“You” I heard myself say, “It’s you. I hadn’t noticed you
standing there all this time.”
I took a step back and turned to face the mirror. I looked at
myself. My age was beginning to show. I looked carefully at
the contours of my face, my nose, the tiny beauty mark on the
side of my mouth. No judgments… just recognition. Then I
looked deep into my eyes, my beautiful brown eyes.
I felt myself gazing the way you do when upon first meeting,
you seem to recognize the soul of another. “Hello.” I heard
myself whisper. “Oh my God, I’ve never noticed you standing
there. Standing and waiting for me to recognize you. All this
time it’s been you there beside me.”
You said nothing, but in your eyes, I saw it all.
You had walked every step of the way with me. You picked me up
when I fell. When others walked away, you stayed. And every
time I thought I couldn’t go on you gave me the strength and
you showed me the way. I never acknowledged you. I never
championed you. I never took care of you. I never acknowledged
your goodness, your, gifts or your strength. I had love for
everyone else but none for you. “Forgive me.” I heard myself
cry. “I never meant to hurt you. You… the one that has always
been there for me. Let me love and honor you. I promise never
to betray you again.”
You said nothing, but in your eyes, I saw a smile.
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