3 comments | published by Linda | June 16, 2011
Asking if she looks okay, she pulls the bottom of her shirt down, and fidgets with how it lays across her belly. Before I could answer, she decides it's too tight and makes her look fat.

I remind her of her beauty both inside and out, but I don't think she hears me as her eyes are locked on the mirror.

How can I impress on her heart how beautiful she is whether her clothes are tight or loose? I want her to capture the view from my perspective. Better yet, to see herself through God's eyes.

As I finally convince her that her outfit is more than attractive, she moves on with her day.

I walk into my closet and am frustrated that I don't see anything that would make me feel thin. I stop.

Here I am filling her with all kinds of wisdom, yet live out the opposite. I want her to see herself through my eyes, yet what she sees is where my eyes are fixed.

Far easier for her to follow my example than my words. Where are my eyes locked? She is watching.
Posted in Powder Room    |   Tags: Through my Eyes

Linda Hoffy
June 17, 2011
Thank you so much for commenting, Naomi! I'm so happy you visit my blog. Always good to know that I'm not alone in what I am going through, and I love that my thoughts helped you!

June 17, 2011
Linda - your post hit home today. I am in the exact situation you spoke of. Thanks for reminding me that I need to practice what I say moment by moment with my 12 year old daughter.

June 21, 2011
Namoi, I have an 11 year old daughter. I am with you and Linda. Our daughters are beautiful and who more to hear it from then us. Keep writing Linda. As always love to read your wisdom!

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