My Most Beautiful Thing (A Blogsplash)

What is beauty?

Don’t we seem obsessed with beauty in all the wrong ways?

When my mother would tell me I was pretty, I didn’t believe her. “You’re my mother. You have to say that.”

Now I’m a mother, and I look at my son and think, “Wow. He’s beautiful.” I don’t know if the rest of the world sees him that way, but his beauty is all I can see.

my son

But all children are beautiful to me. I see how I failed to appreciate this when I was young–how beautiful young people are. We should waste less time worrying about beauty when we are young. Well, when we are any age.

It’s a cliche for a mother to say how beautiful her child is. What is that expression? A face only a mother could love. Perhaps. Though I think there is enough evidence that for some mothers even beauty isn’t enough for love.

My son is beautiful. A few months ago he saw a movie where an orphan boy’s dog died. My son cried. “Mom,” he said. “That dog was all that boy had.” He went over to our oldest dog, then 15, now 16, and hugged him. “We have to let him now we love him,” he said, crying. My son wouldn’t let go of the dog for a long time. I was so upset that I’d stupidly allowed my son to see this movie, but…isn’t it good to see that our children feel? I knew that. I’d seen him feel many times of course. But still, my eight year old felt compassion.

That was beautiful. Don’t you think?


I’m participating in a My Most Beautiful Thing blogsplash. It seemed like fun. The idea comes from Writing Our Way Home. If you go there, you’ll find other links, other people, worth following. You’ll find other beautiful things.


14 responses to “My Most Beautiful Thing (A Blogsplash)

    • Thank you for reading the post. I know as mothers we’re supposed to find our children beautiful, but it amazed how I really do believe my son is beautiful and amazing. We are lucky to have them, aren’t we!

  1. Yes, very beautiful and compassionate! I don’t think it was wrong to let him see that movie. A good lesson for all of us is to see that others are not as fortunate as we are, and then to do something about it. Like hug a dog, or a loved one, or help others.

    • I always have a debate with myself about what to let my son see or not see. I felt terrible that he saw something that upset him so, but was glad to see how much he loved our dog. It is important for us to realize how lucky we are, how others suffer, how we can help. Hard to know how to teach those things.

  2. Wow, this is amazing. Kudos to you for raising such a beautiful, sensitive and compassionate boy. My 2-yr old grandson is that way, too. He cried during the Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer Xmas cartoon (the old one) when the elves teased (bullied) Rudolph. So nice to see. Let’s hope the future generation of kids still feels this way in high school if they ever see someone bullied.

    • Oh, it is sad when Rudolf goes off on his own! Your grandson sounds sweet.

      I really hope that my son keeps his kindness when he reaches those teenage years.

  3. A beautiful story about a beautiful person. He not only felt sorry for somebody else, he applied it to somebody he knew–somebody other than himself. He might have said, “I need to love this dog while I have him,” but he said, “We have to let him know we love him.” Amazing. Hug both of ’em good for me. 🙂

    • Thank you for reading! I’ll be happy to hug them both for you. Our dog is actually sick this weekend, and we are all worried about him. My son is trying to take care of him.

  4. Beautiful. What a lovely compassionate son you have. I love to see emotionally intelligent children who aren’t afraid to cry… I have never seen your son but just from this he must be beautiful. It starts on the inside, doesn’t it? My one-year old has started to show signs of empathy and it makes me so proud. Of course, I think he’s beautiful too 🙂

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