My thirteenth year of life was horrible. I was changing from a girl into a woman, and I felt everything and everyone was against me.
It was Christmas Eve and none of my clothes from the year before were fitting, and I could do nothing with my frizzy curls. I cried for at least an hour after stomping up the stairs in utter frustration with my mean mother who did not understand me at all! Then came the gentle knock on the door. My mother had a red turtleneck and a beautiful white fuzzy sweater across her right arm; "May I come in?" She came in and helped me dress; then we went to her room where she did my hair and even did my make-up. She then let me borrow one of her necklaces.
Everyone was waiting downstairs for us to come down so we could open presents. As I walked down those stairs, I felt like the most beautiful girl on the entire planet. I felt like everyone on the whole earth was watching me descend down the stairs (not just my family). I have never felt more beautiful in my whole life.
The other day, I saw a picture of that Christmas Eve. I remembered feeling so beautiful, but as I looked at the picture, I just saw a plain girl in her mother's sweater with frizzy curls.
So what had made the difference?
My mother's opinion of me. Her time and attention and her care, along with a few complements, I'm sure, made me feel like a beauty queen.
Never underestimate the power of a mother's touch.