She’s just sitting there, looking at me with those big green eyes…trying to pay attention to the words coming out of her momma’s mouth.
The problem with Momma is that there are SO many words coming out of her mouth…it’s difficult to hear them all. She’s always trying to tell me something important. How many more important things can there be for her to tell me???
Is she really hearing all of this? She looks like she’s getting it, but something tells me that she’s perfected that look…
I hope she doesn’t see that I’m totally lost with this conversation…I’d hate for her to start over.
Bless our daughters’ hearts! This morning my oldest told me that I looked like Nicki Minaj, however you spell her name, in a top that was too small for me…and I was all, “How do you know about Nicki Minaj?!?” Then she brought up plastic surgery and I just about fell out. The first thing I noticed was the way that she regarded plastic surgery, like it was a terrible thing for someone to have done to themselves. I made sure to tell her – In all of my explaining – “It’s not your business what someone else does to their body. You don’t know their reasons and more to the point, it doesn’t matter what you think about it anyway.” Then I carried on explaining to her that some women get sick in their breasts and have to have them removed, so they have them redone. She agreed that that was an acceptable reason for having plastic surgery.
But is that enough? Does she really need to go through life only accepting what she can wrap her mind around?
“Well, I guess since I could see MYSELF doing that…then it’s okay for you to.”
The fact of the matter is that since I can’t ever see myself making the decision to augment my own breasts, I have difficulty understanding why you would want to have it done to yours. See, the problem with this logic is that I’ve always been quite proportional, physically speaking, so why would I ever have to really deal with this subject?
My point is this…It’s easy for me to jump to conclusions about your life decisions – Especially when I have no idea what I’m talking about. I can look at you and say, “Oh, she/he shouldn’t be doing that. I would NEVER make that decision.” Then turn around and live my life completely outside of your circle…with no clue what you’re really going through. I want my children to see other people and the decisions that they are making in their lives and choose to love and respect – Not to assume and reject.
I’m not sure if my sweet daughter heard all of what I was trying to explain to her…but I know that if I tell her enough times – That a beautiful woman is strong and confident in her own skin – That a beautiful woman builds other women up, doesn’t tear them down – That a beautiful woman loves others through the eyes of Christ… that she’ll remember Momma’s words when it really counts.
P.S. If I weren’t such and extremist…I’d totally get work done – But once I started…I could NEVER stop!;) XOXO