He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.Virginia Wolfe
Motherhood has a way of shaking our identity and making us feel less than in so many ways. I’m no exception. And then one day I discovered the life-giving power of a compliment.
The Power of a Compliment
I was having trouble falling asleep, so I got up and eventually found myself “shopping the house” to accessorize my latest living room arrangement. (I was having family over the next day and wanted to make sure that everyone had a place to set their drinks.
The next day, I walked into the living room where Matt and my Dad were visiting and asked, “Isn’t the living room beautiful?”
To which Matt said, “It is now that you’re here.”
My Dad got a kick out of that. “Oh, now, listen to this. Matt’s still got it, huh?”
“He calls me hottie, even when I’m unshowered and not wearing makeup,” I answered.
“That’s how it should be,” Dad said.
Of course, when my husband calls me hot or beautiful, especially on those days I don’t think my appearance warrants the compliment, I tend to wonder what kind of lens he is seeing me through.
Later that evening, I asked my Dad to reach the basket of birthday candles from the top shelf in the pantry. “You’re a pretty girl,” he told me as he walked over and kissed me. I blushed and said thank you, wondering why in the world he said that to me.
Once everyone left and the house had gone quiet, I wondered why. Why did Matt and my Dad find me beautiful, and why did they both take the time to say so on this night?
Then, I thought of Virginia Wolfe’s words and put down my red pen, deciding to let the two most important men in my life, who know me better than anyone, find me beautiful.
That is the power of a compliment.
And, just in case no one has told you lately, you are beautiful!