The 52 Project – a portrait series of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2013
I always knew I wanted a little girl one day. I had a gut feeling that I was having a boy the first few months of my pregnancy, but Sam always told me he “just knew” it was a girl. Clearly, his intuition was far stronger than my own. We both knew that playing that guessing game meant nothing…because really, whatever we were blessed with we would love them all the same. But I do love that when he touched my belly, he “just knew”.
I was asked an interesting question the other day. One of those questions that make you pause and think for a minute or two.
“Do you think expressing your sense of style sends a positive message to you daughter?”
My first reaction was to say of course (mildly offended)…or that in fact, it’s not really affecting her much at all. But then it got me thinking….how does my love for fashion and clothes really affect my daughter. Or more importantly, how WILL it affect her. She watches my every move. She watches me get dressed in the morning and put on my makeup. She tries on my shoes and loves to carry her little purse around, just like mommy. It makes me laugh and I can’t help but swallow her up in a big squeeze and smack her on the cheek with a kiss. We joke that we created a mini me. And to a degree, it’s true. (despite the fact that her looks are entirely Sam).
But the point is…while I do love fashion, it weighs nothing against the deepest desires of my heart. Nor does it rank high on list of qualities I want to instill in my daughter. Yes, it’s fun for me…and it might be fun for her one day too. And I think that’ ok. What’s important is that I am teaching her that her worth is not in what she looks like or the clothes she wears, but it is in her Creator. I want her to grow up to love her body, to carry herself in confidence….to love other people and treat them with respect. I want her to love God, and to know that no matter what, He loves her. I want her to know that she is beautiful and has a purpose.
In saying all of these things, I am reminded to believe them in myself. If only we were telling ourselves all of the things that we want to teach our daughters (or future daughters). I mean, right!? I think as women, we are all a little hard on ourselves. We put ourselves down and often believe we are just “not enough”. When in reality, we are more than enough. There is no one just like us….and that alone is something to be celebrated.
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