If I was my own commercial, I'd imagine it to be a Rainbow Brite endorsed version of P90X, sponsored by Nutella and Glitter Glue! Surprisingly, I'm not sure this is the first version of my vulnerable lil' self that catapults into most people"s third eye when describing me. Funny how we see our selves versus others perception.
I see this reflected in how my children relate to each other all the time, and I find it mesmerizing. My oldest will land at home from her glorious grade four mother ship, still in the mindset that she is no none(she is way more than some one to me!!)as seems to state the official social structure of the Queen Bee Eat Everyone Else world of the intermediate school yard food chain. And there are my 4 and 2 year old, clamoring after her as she sulks into our home, following her around like her every word is a 24 carat Reese Peanut Butter Cup, worshiping her very presence as only Cleopatra could imagine possible. It so catches her like a pop fly, so off guard... and at first almost irritates her. By dinner, the silt of classroom insecurities seems all but banished, and her adoring brother and sister allowed to envision her in their rose colored light. I always say a secret "please let it be so" (as she leaves for the bus the next morning) that she remembers how much we unabashedly love her in hopes that this reinforces how ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENALLY okay it is for her to love herself. I asked her what flavor popsicle she thought she was this past summer (sheer academics!), and she rolled her beautiful sparkleblue eyes answering "I'm more than just a flavor, mom" in this wiseYoda way she has. And then she stuck out her tongue at me, fingers in her ears, grinning hysterically... perfect blend of wisdom and irreverence that I so aspire to some day attain. My nine year old, my guru! I think our children hold more answers than most philosophers; less analyzing, more embodying!
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