My daughter stood on the scale and loudly proclaimed, “I weigh 20 dollars!” “Wow, 20 dollars!” I exclaimed back. “Yes, I am a big girl!” she beamed, and with this, strutted off to tackle her next adventure in toddlerhood.
At what point does the scale change from proclaiming “dollar signs” to actual ugly pounds? When do we begin rating ourselves by appearance? On what day does my sweet girl no longer see worth when she stands upon that scale, proclaiming disgust in its glaring number?
As a mom, I am always trying to look like the other pretty moms. I want to fit into their click, to be accepted as one of them. Am I thin enough, fashionable enough, is my hair shiny, my teeth white? Is my face symmetrical, my breasts filled with enough padding (I am in the woes of all done breastfeeding days)? No matter how hard I try, I can always find that where I am lacking. . .
We were staying at a hotel suite a few weeks back. My son was often napping in the bedroom when the cleaning lady would come by to tidy up for us. We talked each day and I soon discovered she was a mom as well. I watched as she got down on her hands and knees to mop my floor, smiling and chatting the entire time. She threw out my trash, picked up my dirty towels, and spoke words of kindness continually. In fact, kindness seemed to flow from her entire being, her happiness simply contagious.
She spoke with a strong accent. She wore a plain, unflattering uniform. Her hair was back, her face bare, and her stomach less than flat. She may not have weighed the correct amount of “dollars,” had the ideal job, or been able afford the pretty little things which would make her fit in with the moms’ clubs.
Not quite so pretty, and yet kindness and contentment seemed to fill her soul. Pure beauty is what overflowed.
She is the one I want to look like.
She is the mom I make it my aim to become.
Keep the inspiration going!!
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May we stay inspired far beyond the scale. . .