This reflection is about more than just my legs.
But then I realized I don't have a single full length mirror in my home. I can't see past my waist (or, on a particularly adventurous day when I go on my tiptoes, two inches below my waist). When I look in the mirror I see my tired face, my chest that is not my own thanks to breastfeeding, and I can't miss the mid section that is healing so, so slowly with physiotherapy. I see what is close and messy.
And I thought: isn't this a metaphor for my life? I look around my house and see the mess of Lego, the dirty dishes and laundry, the crooked doormat and I think I'm falling apart. If only I would stop, scan out a little and look at the big picture, I might realize that things are actually going pretty well. We have jobs, the kids are healthy, and we get to see our extended family regularly. I am so mindful of these good things, but if I succeed in framing it long and wide 100 times a day, than I fail 101 times.
So what do I do? I'll just keep wearing leggings and invest in a full length mirror. And hope that my I legs look so good that I don't notice the smudged little finger prints.