There is something about giving birth to daughters that brings one completely face to face with her own insecurities.
Not for comparison’s sake, but for the sake of the desperate hope that they will grow strong and know JUST how beautiful they really are.
Honest Confession. I’ve struggled on and off with self-less-than-love for most of my adult life. And definitely my young adult life. Ha–but if that 16 year old could see me now she would really appreciate those hips then. Actually, if she could see how full my heart is, she wouldn’t notice the fullness of my hips that grew a bit as our family did.
But now, I’m mama to two girls. And in less time than it took for the oldest to go from mewling newborn to Five-year-old sweet and sassy pants… I’m aware of things in my heart I don’t want them to see.
The struggle to see myself as my Creator has always seen me.
The desire to rest in the knowledge that I am loved with an everlasting love. Never giving up, never stopping, never dependent on ANYTHING.
The fight. The fight against the lies that condemn and point nagging fingers at all I’m not… or where I am a bit, too much.
What I want for them… FREEDOM.
Freedom from the years of teenage self-loathing. Escape from years of trying hard to blend in.
To just breathe. And be all that He has made them to be. And to look outside of the “maybe-not-enough” and deep into the eyes of someone else who needs a friend.
I cannot lead it to them if I am not living it today.
I would say again, as I have said before– deep into those pairs of eyes, two emerald green and two Carolina blue.
You are beautiful.
You are perfectly and wonderfully made.
And you were artfully designed and planned by a Creative God who makes no errors.
When He carved your inward parts deep into my own inward parts– we were both blessed with love and life and a reason to SING.
And there is NOTHING to change about either one of us.
So don’t try. Just be. Just be your beautiful self.