**first off - as I write this, my blog has been viewed 997 times. I'm flabbergasted by this! I'm not above admitting that the little, rising ticker does a lot for my confidence and feeds my soul. I don't know who you are...people reading my words...but I thank you for the affirmation and I hope that I am giving you a gift in exchange.**
It's a funny thing - the older I get, the less I care about what other people think. It's a cliche, I know...but one that rings true for me. I'm constantly working on myself and I can't wait to meet the 70 year old me...I can't imagine how much "me" I'll be by then!
Don't get me wrong - I am far, far, FAR from having mastered the very fine art of not giving a hoot. I still care. A lot. Too much, in my opinion.
I'm worried that I still don't look good enough.
I'm concerned that while I am running longer and longer distances, that I'm running too slowly.
I'm too often conscious of the stares of strangers when one of my kids does something ridiculous while standing in line at the grocery store.
I'm worried about how I stack up against other people who professionally do what I do - particularly since I almost never come in contact with these people...there is no job description...and I had no training. No clue if I'm doing it "right".
More than caring what other people think per se --- I find myself looking more and more for affirmation that what
I think is accurate. It's a subtle difference. I crave affirmation. Constantly. Some days it is a physical need...I ache until I get some feedback...and often it never comes. I truly hate that I need to be stroked in this way. It feels like a weakness and I suddenly become insecure about my insecurities...which seems doubly ridiculous.
I know a couple of things to be true. I know that every (sweeping generalization) woman suffers some level of this...and I believe that every person suffers some level. I also know that I inherited this struggle from my fantastic, amazing, awe-inspiring mother. I know that she doesn't see the amazingness (it IS a word!) that the rest of the world sees and that she too feels the physical ache for affirmation on a regular basis. I also know that I want to find a way to let my daughters be the "fittest" in this category of the "survival" game. I want to raise them to be confident without being cocky...to both recognize and revel in their individual strengths and weaknesses. I struggle on a daily basis with the constant balancing act:
-- B's hair is amazing...SHE thinks it's amazing...and EVERYONE comments on it...every day. It's a struggle to get her to let me comb it. She will NOT let me pull it back. How to let her feel confident and amazing in it without giving her some sort of complex?
-- E's hair is less amazing...and she doesn't get the same attention from strangers in the supermarket over her appearance. How on earth do we not create a complex HERE?
-- Both girls dress themselves 98% of the time. They have a style that is all their own and I think it's fantastic! (E's camo rain boots are her absolute favorite accessory) B starts kindergarten in the fall and I worry about the "mean girls".
-- B thinks she's brilliant (I tend to agree, of course). What happens when she starts kindergarten and she's not the smartest kid she knows?
-- I'm amazed on a daily basis that with E's speech struggles, she continues to talk. Constantly. Whether people can understand her or not. Can't decide if this is success story for us? Or just her amazing temperament.
-- and I still continuously come back to our society's strict gender rules. Just this week, a very kind-hearted nurse at the clinic offered both girls a sticker. She got down the box and started rooting through it. Her immediate response was, "oh - there's nothing but dinosaurs and bugs in here...I'll go find you some girl stickers". My girls are pretty "meh" on dinosaurs, but they love bugs! What kind of message does this send them about their preferences?
What's a mother to do? For now - I'm doing my best to try work on my own issues...quietly and carefully and as unobtrusively as I can. It is so true that our kids follow the example that they see much more closely than they do as they are told...do you suppose if I can find my own strength and annihilate my own insecurities...set a fantastic example for them --- that I can raise secure, strong, confident women?