It was the end of a busy day, at the end of a long week, and I was looking forward to relaxing completely with my little family! We filed into our favorite row at the movie theater, and got situated passing out cups of popcorn. Once everyone had what they needed, I headed to the bathroom, with my daughter in tow, to change out of my heels and into something more comfortable.
As I am finishing up, I let out sigh of relief but stop mid breath.
“Sophia, do you think people will think I am weird because I walked in wearing a dress, and now I am wearing shorts and a tee shirt?”
Using her vast experience, and 8 years of wisdom she comments, “Maybe mommy, but who cares? Everyone is a little weird in their own way.”
I feel a little silly after her comment. I am the mother. It is my job to teach and model to my daughter the truly important things in life. Being kind. Respecting other people. Keeping your word. Showing integrity. I want her to be a strong, loving woman who is sure about herself and her worth. I want her to feel confident in whom she is as a person. Not because of what she wears on the outside or what others think of her.
I remember being that sure of myself once. I wasn’t worried about how I was perceived by others because it never crossed my mind that someone might think something negative about me. It just wasn’t on the radar. I wondered to myself how I got this way. How I allowed the opinions of others to make me question myself. People will always have an opinion about what I do or how I do it, whether positive or negative, its still there. Looming over like a gray cloud. The trick is to know you. To pull out the umbrella of truth, and let the comments or messages not soak you and leave you cold. Instead, play in the puddles of criticism, and show others how fun it can be.
In the little bathroom stall, as I am placing my clothes back into my pink and black bag, I am proud of my little wise young lady. I know society, and outside influences will already be speaking messages of inadequacy, as my girl gets older. I want to model a different message. I want to show her that it is ok to be who you are, because everyone is unique and special, and as she so eloquently put it, a little weird in his or her own way.
I walk out and I embrace my little bundle of uniqueness. I look up to her, while I look down at her smile. And we walk out, hand in hand, confident and secure.