As I get older I have moments of clarity where I suddenly see things with a different perspective or understand things that seemed mysterious. For example, there was the day I dropped my daughter off for a “sleepover with Nanna” and in her excitement I saw the joy of my childhood nights with my own grandma. Then the light bulb turned on: my parents ditched me with my grandparents so they could go out and have fun just like I was doing with my kid. Those weren’t just my special nights, but theirs too!
This morning I had another realization as a tweezed away the first of three offensive grey eyebrows. “Holy crap. This is why Aunt Bert had eyebrows drawn on with a pencil!” I left the other two. Random grey eyebrows is better than bald eyebrows.