I just returned home from a shopping trip with my kids. We haven’t had a reason to visit our huge local shopping center for a long time, but the quest for the perfect pair of jeans for a band performance brought us into the abyss. Everywhere we turned, wall-sized images were larger than life.
My pre-teen son stopped walking and stood just a few feet away from the entrance to a popular lingerie store. His head leaned back and a long pause followed as his senses were taken over with what he was seeing.
Holding my hand, he turned to look at me in silence, eyes narrowing with question. He turned back to the life-sized image of a woman, and then his eyes followed the trail of similar images into the store, taking in each and every photo that plastered the walls.
“Yes, honey. I see. Somebody worked really hard to create these photographs. The light is so pretty! Those models worked really hard to create those photographs. So did the photographer, I’m sure.”
“These don’t look like your pictures.”
“No, they don’t, do they?”
“I’m proud of you, mum.”, and he smiled wide, showing me his mouth full of braces and eyes full of love.
And we walked away, hand in hand, to continue our quest for the perfect pair of band-pants.