Last night after her bath Charlotte was brushing her hair by herself, because God forbid she lets me do it for her. She spent about 5 minutes combing it out and then ran to the mirror in the bathroom. She looked at herself and said “oh wow I am so beautiful!”
I cried. And not only because it was one of those sweet moments with your kid. But because it showed me how she isn’t yet tainted by the world around her. When I look into a mirror I am only focusing on the negative. A pimple here, a wrinkle there. Gray hairs that won’t stop sprouting. A double chin. Love handles, stretch marks, scars. When Charlotte looked into that mirror last night and said she was beautiful, it reminded me that I when I look into a mirror, I need to see and say these things out loud too. Because I want her to always look into that mirror and say she’s beautiful. I don’t want her to see me look at myself and complain about my appearance. I don’t want to be the one responsible for changing the way she sees herself.
It never ceases to amaze me how sometimes Charlotte teaches me more than I teach her. Kids are amazing.