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Reflections On Mothering A Daughter ~ A Mothers Day Post

The following is a poem I wrote on Mothers Day. I feel it needs explanation due to the feedback I received after sharing it on social media. It is NOT my current experience of life or my relationship with my daughter. It IS however from my own life learnings, and things I have observed over the course of time, in myself and in our connection as mother and daughter. I was reflecting on how we teach our children, especially girls, by way of modeling. The "do as I say, not as I do" philosophy never works. If we as women diminish ourselves, shrink in the face of adversity, use hateful language to describe ourselves, and fail to care for our needs and our dreams, our daughters will fall in...

Your Child Is ALREADY Good

I was walking to my car the other day and passed by a mother with her child of 2-3 years. They were sitting at a table finishing up what appeared to be their lunch.  When I was a few yards away, the child quietly asked the mother for something, to go somewhere.  The mother's reply: "If you're good, then we'll do that."  She not only said it once, but for some reason (perhaps at the child's insistence) repeated herself a couple more times. When I heard her words, I flinched.  It was like sandpaper on my heart.  At that very moment, the child let out a tortured sounding squeal and I thought, "Yeah, I feel that!" If only she knew what she was really communicating with her...