I had our third daughter last week at home. There was blood + a cord + a crying baby. Mommy’s big tummy was gone. Both of my toddler girls looked on in curiosity. They had big feelings, big questions. I welcomed them. Let’s chat.
Yesterday my daughter asked about my skin. She asked why it looks stretchy now. She sees the way I look at myself in the mirror. She hears the way I speak of my body. She is looking for concrete scripts on how she can speak of her’s one day.
Women are taught to hate themselves. Companies prey on our insecurities. Our hair isn’t shiny enough. Our weight isn’t low enough. Our skin isn’t clear enough. Our teeth aren’t white enough. This translates to I AM NOT ENOUGH. So we buy the products + work harder + punish ourselves more. Our babies are witness to this.
If the world is working to teach my daughters they are less than, then I’ll be working even harder to point out those lies. It’ll start with how I love myself. It starts at home.
So I showed them my skin. “Isn’t it amazing how my body held a miracle for 9 months inside here?” I shared with them the placenta + we talked about the blood. “Isn’t it incredible how God designed an organ just to sustain life inside my womb?” I pointed out my large brown nipples. “Isn’t it amazing how my breasts provide milk to feed her now?”
And as my body continues to change, so will theirs. They will gain weight + grow breasts + see themselves in the mirror. My prayer is that they see the perfection I do; that they never work to hide or escape themselves, but that they courageously return home within. We are hand designed by the utmost qualified. Unique. Specific. Powerful.
We are enough.
Our children need us to believe that, so they learn to too.