I have recently decided that parenting is a constant, on going, never ending, self discovery of who we are. Who we are at this moment, who we were 10 years ago and who we want to eventually become.
Sometimes it’s for the better, like when I used to think that I had no patience. And then my youngest kid screams and cries for an hour straight and I somehow find the will power to ignore him and still be sane at the same time.
Sometimes it’s not so much for the better, like when I thought I was a nice, non-judgmental person. And then I meet some doochebag mom at the playground and I can’t stop rolling my eyes and making fun of her behind her back.
Sometimes it’s profound, like when I used to want my daughter to be a independent, tough tomboy that could do anything and achieve anything and not answer to anyone but herself. And then I realized that being a true “modern” woman for lack of a better term, is being feminine and soft, masculine and tough, funny and outgoing, shy and insecure all at once, all at time. And that doesn’t make her weak or inferior. It makes her…whole.
So I no longer hide the tutu’s, I know longer abhor the color pink, I know longer cringe when she wants to play princesses or dollies or baby. I will no longer hold her back from realizing her feminine potential and I will push her to excel at being…her.
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Preach!
Love
YES!!!!