If you have teenagers, I’ll bet you have experienced ‘zits’ in your house. Of course acne is the appropriate term, but given the fact that we call them zits (and occasionally volcanoes😉 ) and well….finding a word that starts with the letter Z to write about is less than easy…Zits it is!
I was blessed in my teens, I hardly experienced acne breakouts. Once and awhile I’d get a pimple, but it was rare. For an awkward teenage girl, it was a much more of a blessing than I realized at the time.
My husband didn’t struggle with acne either as a teen, so it took me quite by surprise when Mr Football started to breakout. He’s had ‘zits’ consistently all over his face for over a year. But every few months, he breaks out really bad. It took me a few times for me to realize that when he had the bad breakouts it was because he was having a growth spurt. And he kept getting them, again, and again, and again. And before I knew it, he was 6 feet tall!
Puppy Lover is a very different story. He keeps getting huge ‘zits’ on his nose. They may have been referred to as volcanoes. Lol! One will finally start to fade, and another will start to erupt. It’s been months of this happening. And he’s growing like a weed too! Some people that he’s taller than me. I however, disagree. I also, however, haven’t stood near him and a mirror, or allowed any pictures of he and I together to be taken recently. Denial? Just maybe.
The part about these breakouts is that it literally hurts my heart to see my beautiful boys covered in zits.
And I know that’s incredibly shallow. I know.
And I hate that about myself.
They are no less beautiful, worthy, kind, loving or less than with some pimples on their face.
But with my critical, perfectionistic mindset (which I hate, for the record) get so focused on what’s wrong with them, instead of focusing on the many, many things that are amazing with them.
So I’m going to continue to push myself to focus on the big picture, the character on the inside of my boys, the way they love the Lord and His people.
Because that’s what matters.
And the ‘zits’? They’ll come, and someday they’ll go. And in the meantime, I’m going to love the gorgeous people those pesky things have attached themselves to.
