My dear daughter:
Be strong, but not rude.
Be kind, but not weak.
Be bold, but don’t bully.
Be humble, but not shy.
Be proud, but not arrogant.
– Jim Rohn
As we navigate the world of pre-teen girls, I find myself repeating the same advice over and over again to Hallie. Be you and be kind and people will love you for that. I’m realizing that I’m parenting a child who is in circumstances I never found myself in. I didn’t see my friends on Instagram having a good time without me. Nor did I have friends with cell phones with the lack of maturity to know how to use them.
I grew up in a day where if you wanted to talk to someone you called them on their landline and chances are their parents answered! Now, I’ve got a daughter who’s already wanting a phone because all of her friends are texting to do stuff and she’s not included. It’s a completely different ball game and it’s a game that makes girls (and even boys and even grown adults) feel like their always losing. So we practice focusing on the good and the kind.
I love what Roald Dahl says – Good thoughts will shine out of your face…you will always look lovely.
She is one lovely girl, lucky she’s our one and only.
I’m always seeking help and advice from those I love and trust on this journey we call motherhood. Sometimes its out of growth and other times out of desperation. And every time I’m left with the same realization: There’s no way to be a perfect mother. Have you met a perfect mother? I haven’t. There’s plenty of women I admire as mothers, but they’re not perfect. Yet when I look at myself as a mother, I tend to hold myself to a higher standard. I expect more of myself. Which of course just lends itself to disappointment.
Instead of perfection, I’m working on being a good mother – even a great mother! A mother who prayerful and deliberately makes decisions for and with my children. I often remind my children that I’m doing my best and that they didn’t come with a single set of instructions. Even sippy cups come with instructions! But I love them more than anyone else and that makes me a good mother. Usually they agree with me – although there has been an occasional, “You are not a good mother to me” yelled as they ran up the stairs. It’s usually in those moments that I’m reminded I’m doing something right!