As I come upon the end of our first year together, I find myself thinking of everything that has happened in the last 12 months. The first giggle, the first tooth, the first time she busted a move. Then I get to thinking about what I want my little munchkin to learn in the years to come. What do I want to pass on to her so she can be stronger, fiercer, and more driven than I was.
I went back and forth deciding whether or not this should be a blog post, but I decided that if it is important to me then it might resonate with someone else too. The other day I was conversing with someone and they nonchalantly insulted my appearance. I felt sad and attacked and I realized that I would never want Annabelle to feel this way.
These thoughts kept flooding my brain throughout the day, that is until I had a conversation with another friend who gave me a different perspective. She told me that I need to stop thinking about what this particular person said to me, but rather why I was so pissed off about it. It made me realize that I am never going to be able to stop those a$%hole people from saying mean things to my little girl. What I can do is instill enough self-worth and kick ass-ness to not give a damn what people say. I can help her realize what an amazing person she is so that when those comments come at her, and they will, even if she looks like Karlie Kloss, the comments don’t knock her down to her knees.
This may seem obvious to the veteran moms out there, but this is a revelation to me. Going from thinking about just me to thinking about another’s future state of mind is, well, blowing MY mind. I owe it not only to my daughter, but to myself, to let go of these antiquated notions of beauty and finally be comfortable in my own skin.