I wonder if this is how most of us look at ourselves, with glasses in hand, colored face paint and in a scratched beat up mirror. We see the costume we put on every day whether it’s the “dad” costume or the “worker bee” costume, it is really difficult to see past the paint with which our mind cloaks us. So often, we may even take off the glasses which would force us to look differently. After all, we don’t want the detail. It’s why we chose the marked up mirror.

So after all of this, what do we see in the mirror? Is it strength, faith, a young strong body with a sound mind? Is it uncertainty who lies beneath the paint and behind the eyes?  Is it another question?  The earnest expression of my daughter portrays a more honest introspection than I find myself capable even if never spoken or put into words.