As we meander our way through this thing called parenting, we are steadfast on raising strong, independent children. Our daughter, 4, is a typical middle child and only girl, trying to find her footing in the family. She is a beautiful soul. Kind, friendly, outgoing, willing to explore and learn, all that we hope for. She has these killer eyes that melt our heart, but zest for life is her true beauty. Tom boy wear or a dress, it does not matter. Short or long hair, frills or fancy free, it does not matter. What matters is that she feels strong and confident to be her. Beauty radiates from the inside. Not some definition that society has put upon young girls and women. Take a minute and read the two articles.
Confession: when I started this post, it was going to be funny. Nothing earth-shattering. You wouldn’t have spit out your lunch. You wouldn’t have peed your pants. You might not even have laughed out loud. But it was to be typical kidlingville fare.
As I was getting ready for work Tuesday morning, the Kidling looked at me and said, “You don’t look very pretty.” I was creating an opening and coming up with the perfect one-liner to close the post when I decided that wasn’t the post I wanted to write today.
You all know that story that has been making the rounds? The one about mothers telling our daughters we are beautiful? It is every bit as amazing as folks are saying. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, then you can check it out here. Amanda King writes poignantly and with truth that lies in the…
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