Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet


One of the most delightful things about being the mother of a four-year-old is the opportunity to see the world through his eyes.

The other day, Sean sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar while I worked in the kitchen.  Seemingly out of the blue, he offered this observation:

“Mommy, young skin is smooth and bright,” he said lightly rubbing his forearm. “But old skin is dark and bumpy and… fragile.”

He looked up at me, into my face, as if to verify that he had been heard and understood.

All I could do was look at him and sigh.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard skin described so eloquently.

“Indeed Sean, that is true,” I told him looking down at my own arm which is not smooth and bright but not yet dark and bumpy.

I spent the rest of the day thinking of how beautiful skin is in all seasons of life, whether it is smooth and bright or… fragile.

19 thoughts on “Observations

  1. You know, we read a lot of books around here and he seems to use the same words we use in everyday language, so he picks up a lot.

    I especially liked the use of the word “bright”. I hadn’t thought of young skin as bright before.

  2. What an apt description. The fragile skin of my 101 year old grandmother is so precious. I love to hold her hands in mine and feel the underlying strength.

  3. Bravo! They really do seem to boil it down to the heart, don’t they? Ditto the writer prediction. At the very least, he will be a wonderful man and supportive partner, if 4 is any indication – great job, AM!

    It made me think of their sweet skin and my beloved gramma’s precious, fragile cheek, so thank you (and Sean) for upping my love factor for the day!

  4. I agree, AM. Four is a slice of innocence and wonder between babyhood (when they can’t communicate) and school (when they start to pull away). My son turns five in October. I love five, too, but I’ll miss four.

  5. Four might be my favorite, too. My littlest ones are turning 6 next month. Sassy six.

    Just thinking, figuratively speaking, our skin becomes thicker and tougher with age. Don’t you think?
    I guess I’m a little more than half way between, on both meanings:)

  6. Wow, it’s like he’s clued in to what’s going on with the skin on my face these days. Ever since I turned 39 truly alarming things have been happening, particularly in the under-eye and outer-eye crows foot areas. Bumpy and fragile indeed…

  7. I just hopped over here from Lysa Terkeurst’s blog post from today–I LOVE your “How Did This Happen?” story. I can’t stop smiling–what a great story!

    Will try to come back as often as I can.


  8. Oh, how I have missed you. This is a wonderful post. Our computer died over a week ago, and that coincided with the beginning of school. We very nearly lost everything housed on the hard drive, but were able to find it all.

    There is a great song called “Colored People” by DC Talk discussing the beautiful variety of skin God has given us. What an amazing little thinker you have living in your house.

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