This was me when I was four, maybe five years old.
I believe I had bells palsy, but had no idea.
I have heard I had spinal meningitis and was in the hospital and that's why I could't smile, and I have heard I had ear infections which caused me to have nerve damage.
I don't know and neither does anyone else.
(don't get me wrong, I had great parents and everyone was doing their best and I have a lot of understanding of that as a parent)
Maybe this is where my sad but deep belief formed and burrowed
in my heart and mind that I'm not worth noticing.
I knew I couldn't smile and I remember two times getting my picture taken and someone saying to the photographer, "she can't smile." nothing else. That was it.
I imagine that must have been confusing, and hard.
I kinda want to scoop this little girl up and hold her and tell her it's ok.
That she is ok.
And even though you think you are flawed
and everyone else knows/does/is better,
it's not true.
that's a really sad conclusion your brain made up.
You have a virus on your nerve and you are still completely worthy,
and just tell her she's safe and love on her
and let her know that her eyes can still smile
and that is a strong, beautiful and brave thing.
then I would help her think of five things to make her eyes smile.
I think they would have been:
bubble gum
the dress I'm was wearing that I picked out at Kmart
eating oranges with my dad
playing matchbox cars with my brother
and collections. I loved collections
oh, and selling rocks in an ice cream bucket at my brothers basketball games.
and roller skating.
ok seven things.
because I am the seventh child and seven is a very lucky number.