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I Don’t Want to Screw-Up my Daughter’s Self-Image

“Mommy, will I look like you when I grow up?” my five-year-old daughter asks.

I pause internalizing the question. Does she want to look like me? Is she afraid she’ll look like me? Do I want her to look like me? Am I about to scar her for life with my answer? Did the professional photos I just had taken for my blog/writing impact her? Did I send her the wrong message?

“You will look like yourself baby. You may have some of my features, just like I have some features that look like Nana, but everyone is unique. Everyone is special,” I answer with my best I hope I don’t screw this up voice.

I get so nervous answering questions regarding looks, weight, or beauty with my daughter. I want her to feel beautiful whatever her age and regardless of her physical attributes. I want her to be her own person and not measure herself against the images she sees on television or in magazines. I want her to be confident in who she is and what she believes – not just how she looks or doesn’t look.

I also don’t want to emphasize looks over more important things like intelligence, compassion, humor, independence etc. But, I am keenly aware of the pressure placed on women to look a certain way or weigh a certain amount or fit into a certain size. I struggle every day not to compare myself to others or judge myself harshly. I am my own worst critic. This is not what I want for any of my children, but especially not for my daughters. They deserve better.

My daughter is beautiful, but how do I convince her that she will always be beautiful, no matter what? And how do I teach her that looks are not the most important thing?

As I answer my daughter, I think about the blog post – I’ve Started Telling My Kids I’m Beautiful by Off Beat Mama. The writer says we need to make our children believe that we are beautiful no matter how we look, especially as we age and carry the scars of life. We need to say it out loud and have our children understand that even imperfections are beautiful.

But, as a friend of mine on Facebook said so eloquently in response to this post, “We have to learn to see ourselves the same way first [as beautiful]. But, saying it, whether we mean it or not (yet) will make a huge impact on our kids and ourselves.”

I completely agree. So, I decide to face this issue head-on. I mentally prepare my speech about how beauty comes in all forms and how we need to love ourselves no matter what. I think about pulling up my new professionally done photo and a photo I don’t like of myself (almost all of them) and show her how beautiful I am in both, even if they are vastly different. I swallow my fears and begin by asking my daughter, “Why do you ask? Do you want to look like me?”

I brace for her response, but she shrugs and says, “Nah, I want to look like myself. Can we read a story now?”

I sigh, pick up her book and start to read about the girl that turns pink after eating pink cupcakes for the millionth time. I am grateful not to have that conversation, yet feel robbed at the same time. Didn’t she know we were about to share a landmark moment in our relationship. Didn’t she realize how much I suffered in those few moments just trying not to screw her up for the rest of her life. Oh well, I suppose there is always next time. Or maybe, just maybe, I don’t need to say anything at all because she is only five and these issues are my issues not hers.

What do you think? Do you over think conversations? Are you worried about messing up your child’s self-image? Please leave me a comment or join the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

Why Being a Mother is a Gift (aka Doesn’t Suck)

Every once in a while, when you least expect it, you are reminded why being a mother is a gift (aka doesn’t suck).

I was rubbing my neck trying to steal a few minutes at the computer after a very long day of sitting outside on a freezing windy field to watch my oldest son play in a lacrosse tournament. I left the house at 7:15 am and returned at 5:30 pm to little ones that demanded my attention. I was drained, cranky, and frustrated because I still had a lot of chores to do and it was Sunday night.

My five-year-old daughter was quietly coloring, while I checked my Facebook account when she said, “It takes a lot of energy to be an author Mommy.” This took me off guard and of course got my attention. I looked at her and said, “You are right it does take a lot of energy. Do you know I have always wanted to be an author? In fact, I write stories all the time.” Her eyes lit up and I felt like she was seeing me for the first time. She jumped out of her chair and said, “I want to tell a story.”

So, I pulled up Microsoft Word and she dictated a story without a pause. I just typed her words. This is her unedited story:

The Princess and the Evil Guys

Once there was a princess. And she had a prince. She loved to play out in the park, but suddenly she heard a big bad wolf. Who was saying rah rah rah. She was on the swings when she heard all the noises. And then the Prince was gone. And then the dragon came. He was not a nice one because he sprayed fire. The wolf and the dragon made friends. The princess was going to run away but the big bad wolf stopped her with the dragon. Then the prince who was underground saw the princess’s footsteps and saw that the wolf and dragon were getting so close. Then the prince came back and killed the dragon and the wolf with two sharp knives in their hearts and then they were dead. And then the princess said to the wolf and the dragon “I hope you never come back mister.” The prince and the princess decided to go home, but realized they were lost in the woods because they got distracted by all the monsters. And then they saw a unicorn. A very good one. The unicorn took them back home to their house. They were so surprised and happy. The End!

Even though her story gets a little violent (what’s with the knives in the heart part all about?). And even though I secretly wish the princess had come to her own rescue instead of depending on the prince to save her, I was bursting with pride. Not because it is a Pulitzer Prize winning story, but because she was so excited to create a story with me. It’s hard to explain why this touched me so much, but I compare it to a father who loves football and one day unprompted his child tosses him the ball and asks to play.

It was a gift. A sort of payment rendered for putting in so many extra Mommy hours. More importantly, it was a reminder to focus on the small seemingly inconsequential moments. It truly is when the magic happens.

Please feel free to share a recent experience that reminds you why being a Mom is a gift (or at least doesn’t suck that bad) by leaving a comment or visiting the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

Support Locally Owned Store, While Investing in Yourself and ‘The Girls’

I loved being pregnant – most days. I enjoyed dreaming about the alien growing inside me. I loved the changes only I could feel.  It always felt like I was sharing a secret with my unborn baby. It always felt like I was doing something amazing. I loved nursing all four of my babies – most days. It was a connection I would not have traded for any ready-made convenience. A bond so beautiful (once you got past the messy parts) it felt like I was doing something amazing. So, what isn’t amazing about these things? The battle wounds. If you are a mother you know what I’m talking about.

The rewards of bringing a new life into the world always come with some form of payment (unless you are a genetic freak). Whether it’s a new tummy pouch, wider hips, looser skin, stretch marks, extra weight or breasts that forgot how to be perky. We pay. At least most of us do in some way.

I long ago came to terms with this fact. To me it seemed a small price to pay. So, I never thought about the fact that post-nursing “the girls” were less than supported. There are debates about whether or not it’s the pregnancy itself or the nursing that I have to thank for the changes. Either way, I certainly noticed the changes once I finished nursing each baby, got rid of my nursing bras and struggled to determine my new size.

I would buy a bra (usually a cheap one), take it home, wear it once and then hate the way it felt. This may seem like TMI, but I know many mothers struggle with these dumb little talked about post-pregnancy issues. I kept reverting back to wearing sports bras because I couldn’t stand anything else.

Last Sunday, I decided to support a local blogger, Andrea with Real Housewives of Northern Virginia, who was promoting a “Bra Drop” charity recycling event at the Belle Mode Intimates store in Fairfax, VA. Participants donated an old bra (and I had plenty to get rid of) to raise awareness for the Tiger Lily Breast Cancer Foundation. At the door, I received a 20% off coupon for participating, so I decided to browse not expecting to purchase anything.

What I found was a locally owned store with amazing customer service. The owners Pam and Nicole Martin are a mother and daughter team. Nicole runs the Fairfax store and Pam runs the flagship store Bertha Church in Burlington, VT.

While I was there they did a bra fitting and determined the style, cut, and size that worked best for my body. I couldn’t believe it. “The girls” were back where they were supposed to be after all these years. Who knew.

More importantly, I left the store feeling great about myself – unlike some other post-child shopping experiences. I love supporting locally owned stores, especially ones that help women feel good about themselves.

If you live in the area, I highly recommend going for a bra fitting at Belle Mode Intimates located at the Fairfax Corner Shopping Center. You won’t be disappointed. They have sizes for every shape and really take the time to help you. They also carry an assortment of nursing bras and can fit you for your new nursing shape as well. If you are looking for something special, they carry really pretty lingerie.

I have always heard how important investing in a great bra is, but until I did it myself I didn’t actually believe it. I always went the cheaper route. Or bought something I simply thought was cute.

I challenge you to get fitted and see for yourself what I’m talking about. In fact, if you go for a bra fitting and mention Tiny Steps Mommy, Belle Mode Intimates will give you 20 % off your purchase.

Then please tell me all about your experience by leaving a comment below or joining the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

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