“We all have marks on our face,” Isabel tells her son in the big-screen adaptation of R.J.Palacio’s bestselling book, Wonder. “This is the map that shows us where we’ve been.”
Yep, I’ve got quite a few marks of my own. Like the grey hairs, they’re increasing every year. Unlike the grey hairs, they’re not as easy to hide (well, make up can only do so much).
But the lines on my face are not the reason I’m facing away from the camera in the photo on the right. Last weekend, my husband surprised me with an early birthday present, a long weekend away in New Caledonia (for those who are unaware, New Caledonia is a French territory of islands that lie a couple of hours flight time east of Australia). And it was here my husband took this photo, on a near-deserted beach late one afternoon.
I was studying the horizon, mentally reliving the map of where I’ve been and what I’ve experienced, following my map’s twisting contours and meandering pathways in my mind’s eye. And wondering where the next five, ten, fifty years will take me. For I’m about to turn fifty (hence the special trip away – hey, this is not normally something we get to do for a birthday 🙂 )
But rather than lament the loss of my youth, although that is tempting, I appreciate that I’ve reached this age.
I know some who have not, as I’m sure you do.
I’ve had many ups and downs, as I’m sure you have.
My scars and blemishes, both visible and not, are hallmarks of my life so far. They are personal, unique.
They have been earned.
They are mine.
As for what else is in store, what other marks may be added?