Sharon’s Blog : Crow’s Feet
I was driving my 11-year-old son to baseball practice last week when I noticed him staring at me from the front passenger seat. I glanced over at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” he said and looked ahead at the road.
“What?” I asked again.
He hesitated a moment. “Well, you’ve got lines right here,” he told me, pointing to the corner of his eye.
Oh, yes, that was just what I needed to hear that day. “Thanks, Jason,” I replied, sighing. “You do know those are just wrinkles, right?” He looked panicked for a second. “That’s okay. I know they’re there.”
“I just never noticed them before, mom.” I nodded. Good God, I guess the wrinkle fairy had paid me a visit during the previous night, leaving one of those little things that just pop up on your face out of nowhere as you get older.
I drove on in silence, thinking that with college and braces to pay for there was no way I could affort Botox or Juvederm. “You still look beautiful though,” Jason said. Amused by the obvious heartfelt effort he was making, I smiled at him — probably creating more wrinkles just in that one facial movement. But it was worth it.