Every Mom is biased about their kids. I know. I spend many a day holding back my tears as I watch her grow and wonder how the years could go by so quickly. She is a gift; a beautiful treasure and even though I am her mom, I know she is a remarkable human being. My oldest daughter has endured levels of heartache and pain that most adults never know, at least until later in life. And yet she still smiles the brightest smile of any I have ever seen!
She has been struggling with one specific body feature and to protect her privacy I will not devulge specifics, however, today while dancing in the sprinkler under the summer sun, she saw the light. “They weren’t very noticeable and I didn’t even care” she texts to me. “Oh honey! I’m so very proud of you! After all, there are a million things that could be worse…..missing an arm like our neighbor.” And then she made me cry………”Yeah, and what I realized is I don’t care what other people think, if they even notice, because God created every single one of us the way he wanted and I am absolutely grateful for the way he created me and I love myself exactly the way I am…..and thank you for putting up with my stupid stuff like that.” she says. I, of course, beaming with pride, called her immediately to hear her voice. I tell her that we are all amazing just the way we are and she is an inspiration. I tell her she makes me feel strong through my getting healthy process and less self conscious about my tummy flab because she reminds me every day that skinny is NOT stronger. She calls me a “very, strong capable “WOMAMMA” (woman/Momma)!! I love that young lady’s soul.