There was a story a while back where a mom outlawed use of the word fat around her child or something like that. I thought she was a little kooky for it, but hey, it was all out of love and efforts to protect her daughter.
Yesterday, I got to thinking. Maybe she has something. I mean, outlawing a word around your child will only work for so long, like until your kid goes to school. But I know I frequently refer to myself as feeling fat, or my fat ass, or something along those lines.
Now, while I am joking, mostly, I am beginning to wonder if one of my daughters would ever begin to take my comments personally, because she is build like me. So I have to wonder if she considers herself fat?? I know she has commented on being short, but hey that is beyond anyone's control. She is not short, she is average, but most of her classmates are ABOVE average. So she feels short.
One time she did make a comment about wanting to exercise more, to be in better shape. I asked her how much better shape she could possibly be in, because she looked pretty in shape to me. She pointed out her slight little tummy. The only place on her body where she has any body fat. Which is exactly how I referred to it.
She has a tendency to have the highest of expectations of herself, a bit anal retentive at times. She is a control freak to the utmost. She is a first born daughter. She strives academically, knows everything there is to know and will share it with anyone who needs to be told.
She also has a heart of gold, is the most well-behaved child I could have EVER asked for, and is so naturally beautiful it is almost scary. She is as smart as they come, as driven as they come, and as amazing as the come.
I think I will stop referring to my fat ass, my feeling fat, and whatever else I do to knock myself down. I think my own ego and hers will be all the better for it.
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Friday, November 22, 2013
Sunday, December 16, 2012
I Sing Like Alicia Keys, And Look LIke Jennifer Aniston.
When my oldest child was a toddler she thought that Jennifer Aniston was me. We would be in the grocery store and she would see a magazine cover with Jennifer on it, and she would start pointing and saying, "Mommy! Look, it's Mommy!" People would oooh and ahhh over how cute it was. I was incredibly flattered. Well, today, her sister increased the ante.
On the way home from their dad's house we were listening to the radio and singing like we were on a stage in Madison Square Garden. The new Alicia Keys song came on, "That Girl Is On Fire." Well, we were giving it our best, and my 8 year old says to me, "Mommy, I cannot tell the difference between you and the singer!" So, I have made a note to myself to get her hearing tested because obviously she cannot hear anymore.
No really, it was incredibly sweet. Just as sweet as her blind sister that thought Jennifer Aniston was mommy oh so long ago. The point here is this, my kids think I look and sound like beautiful, incredibly talented famous people. Wait, no, that is not the point. The point is that my girls look at me like the superstar in their lives. Yes, that is my point. It is an honor and a privilege to be their mother. I love them so much.
Our kids hold us in the highest of regards. They put us on a pedastel, and it is our job to earn that position. We have to act like the people they perceive us to be. Be the example of the person you wish to raise your child to be like. Be there, listen, guide them, give them your time, your heart. Let them know they too are the superstars in your life. Teach them to sing out loud, heart and soul!
On the way home from their dad's house we were listening to the radio and singing like we were on a stage in Madison Square Garden. The new Alicia Keys song came on, "That Girl Is On Fire." Well, we were giving it our best, and my 8 year old says to me, "Mommy, I cannot tell the difference between you and the singer!" So, I have made a note to myself to get her hearing tested because obviously she cannot hear anymore.
No really, it was incredibly sweet. Just as sweet as her blind sister that thought Jennifer Aniston was mommy oh so long ago. The point here is this, my kids think I look and sound like beautiful, incredibly talented famous people. Wait, no, that is not the point. The point is that my girls look at me like the superstar in their lives. Yes, that is my point. It is an honor and a privilege to be their mother. I love them so much.
Our kids hold us in the highest of regards. They put us on a pedastel, and it is our job to earn that position. We have to act like the people they perceive us to be. Be the example of the person you wish to raise your child to be like. Be there, listen, guide them, give them your time, your heart. Let them know they too are the superstars in your life. Teach them to sing out loud, heart and soul!
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