‘Mom’, says my eight-year-old son, while staring at me, ‘you really are not that tall’. What a sweet thing to say. It so happens that I am 5’1″. But until yesterday I was tall to my kid. Sorry (cough…) I still am, I’m just not ‘that tall’.
When I was a kid, I was always mortified because everybody thought I was younger. ‘I am short’ was engraved in my brain.Wrong. In my kid’s eyes, I am tall. And that is the truth: I am tall. It’s a matter of perspective.
That reminded me of something that my older daughter told me a few years ago, when she was about nine (I was thirty-nine years old at the time): ‘Mom’, you are so old that even Katy Perry is younger than you’.
Perspective is an awesome concept. Change your place or time, and you see a whole different picture. Is the concept that you have of yourself, universal? Of course not. You might discover a new reality of you, if you see yourself through the eyes of somebody else.