I love my quiet Sunday musings, even running with a new running buddy my mind still has so much more opportunity to wander than in the midst of the wonderful chaoticness of my life. Don't get me wrong, I love my life and I wouldn't change it at all, but it is chaotic.
As I ran this morning I thought about a conversation I had with my 6 year old sitting on a house boat last week. A place that is kid heaven, especially if your kids are like mine. Sitting next to me she poked her calf and told me that she has fat legs. Of course I quickly respond with a "No you don't" but she tells me that other kids tell her that. So I show her my calves, I show her how they flex and we talk about strong muscular legs and being fast.
Throughout this conversation my heart is hurting that I am even having it with my 6 year old daughter. Not a teenager or even a tween that is coming into her body body a sweet innocent 6 year old.
How do I fix it as a mom? As parents how do we assure that our voices, our words, are louder than anyone else's? I wish it was an easy answer. I wish that it was as simple as telling your kids you love them and all will be perfect. But we all know that isn't the case. I want a stronger and better answer from a stronger and better professional. Until I get one I will do what I feel is best as a mom, I will make sure my kids know I love them, I will tell them they are beautiful and strong and wonderful. And I will treat myself the same because I know if my kids hear me talk negative about myself, if they see me knit-pick at my flaws they will think it is okay to look for the flaws and dwell on them instead of look for the beauty and the wonderfulness of ourselves.
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