First, Just a note for those who are subscribed to my posts…. Your inbox may have just been flooded by me– sorry! The first blog I ever had was a Xanga (anyone remember those?), and I started writing it in 2005 and continued on until 2009. Even though most of my thirteen-year-old thoughts were pretty silly, there were a number of posts I wrote that are still precious to me.
I found out a couple months ago that Xanga was shutting down; so before it died away, I copied and pasted all my posts into a Word document so that I wouldn’t lose any of them. Last night I decided to manually transfer all my old Xanga posts onto this blog, so that all my writing is in one place. And that’s the reason for all the “new” (but actually very, very old) posts. If you ever need a laugh, go back and enjoy all my “lol’s” and winky faces. ;)
Now, onto business!
Ha– I love this quote. :) It’s so childish and silly, but there IS an element of truth to it! As much time as I spend doing my hair, putting on my eyeshadow, and picking out the right outfit….
Beauty comes from a gentle spirit, and a kind & pure heart.
….even if you do have a wonky nose and stick-out teeth. :)
Now that I’ve started down this road of being a mother (even though I’m only two steps in!), I’m already conscious of how important it will be for me to give my daughter an true perspective of what it means to be beautiful.
I want to be careful to never, ever call myself or anyone else ugly because of how they look.
I never want to teach her to give her physical appearance a high place in her life.
I want to teach her to see others for their character and lovely hearts.
I want her to see for herself what it is to be & feel beautiful– you feel beautiful when you’re sweaty and tired after you’ve just spent a day giving of yourself and helping someone; when you read God’s words and are reminded of His love for you, His creation; when you love someone truly.
I hope to model that for my little girl through my words, my daily actions to her…. I don’t want her to call me beautiful because of my hair or my smile (although that would be sweet of her!)– I want her to think that I– her mother– am beautiful because of how much I love her, her daddy, and Jesus.
I know I always thought my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world (and I still do!), with her soft hands and beautiful nails, her gorgeous singing voice, her perfect nose, and her long, curly, dark hair. Bu even as a child, I was able to see how beautiful of a person she was– she was always helping people (watching the neighbor kids, volunteering at school and church, sending care packages to family in Romania, etc.). She was always humming and singing songs to the Lord. She was always sewing or making some kind of craft as a gift for a friend– I always loved falling asleep to the sound of her sewing machine whirring away. She was always just as excited as we kids were for my dad to get home from work; it was easy to see how in love they were, day after day.
My mom is beautiful. She definitely has sunbeams shining out her face.
Love you, Mama. :)