What do men dread beside a bad haircut?
It’s change.
For many of us, change is something we shirk away
from because of the uncertainty that it carries with it. Change maybe the harbinger
of hope. But it can also bring despair. With change, there is no security. With
change, we face the unknown. With change, one faces a crucial decision—to hold
on or let go of the comforts we are used to.
Change may come in different forms. For some, it
maybe a different path to tread on. It maybe a new beginning. A new baby. Loss
of a loved one. A different career. A business venture. Growing of a moustache.
Removing a moustache. New learning. Unlearning. Greying hair. Dyed hair.
For me, there are just too many. I have gained
weight since my pregnancy and delivery of my baby. I have stretch marks. I have
freckles. I have hair- loss. They say, these are all brought by my pregnancy
and delivery. Before, I was never vain. I used to be happy with my looks. But
now, the bodily changes are just so appalling. I see a different person when I
look at the mirror. I say to myself, “Oh, no. This can’t be.” But yes, it is.
Changes are happening. The mirror does not lie. My figure does not. My body
cannot. These physical changes are not welcome at all. They are dreadful. But they
are inevitable.
We cannot go through life without having to pass
series of changes. There are beautiful changes. There are also ugly ones. Bad
or good, beautiful or ugly, change moulds us.
So, what do I do then? How do I deal with change?
I found out that the best thing to do is not to
resist it. Accept it gracefully and gratefully. I cannot do anything with the
permanent changes in my body. The scars, the stretch marks, the freckles...They
will stay no matter what I do. But I am happy with them because they remind me
of the beautiful gift I have received from God, my baby.
Acceptance with grace and gratitude. Be happy with
the changes. Thank God for them for changes are opportunities to make ourselves
better and become wiser.
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