“She asked why the fat girl was there…”
“Who was she talking about?”
Me…Heart-broken for my nine year old daughter…Upset at the six year old girl that didn’t have the sense enough to keep her thoughts to herself…Mad at the child’s parents for not stressing the importance of not voicing your own perceptions of someone else’s physical appearances to their child…Sad because I don’t want my daughter to worry about the way she looks.
I know good and well that it probably has been, and very well could be, my own child saying hurtful things to another woman’s child. And I know that kids say things, no matter if their parents tell them to or not…They will, at some point, say hurtful words to others, even if their parents do warn them against the power of unkind, negative words. Those words have the power to wound someone else’s heart. I also know that my child will worry, whether I want her to or not. And boy doesn’t that just make me want to pull out a fresh roll of toilet tissue and bawl my momma eyes out. I know that I can’t shield her from being hurt. And oohwee, it breaks my heart.
What I CAN do is tell her that she is more than the way she looks…SO much more. She is my precious gift. She is my healthy, happy Margaret. She is the handiwork of God Almighty! Her spirit will live on throughout eternity…The essence of who she is will continue on. THAT is what we need to preserve…THAT is what we need to focus on.
I have to be honest with y’all…I needed to be reminded of this simple fact…That who I REALLY am – the essence of me – is not physical, it’s spiritual.
Love y’all, Beck