Today I sent my child to school in a cheerleader uniform. It was tan and green and had forest green spanky pants. It wasn’t an outfit for school, most would think. It was a get-up only a kindergartner could love.
She felt beautiful.
In a few years she’ll be too old and “mature” to wear a cheerleader uniform to class. She won’t think of wearing spanky pants in public. She’ll be all “Moooom, I can’t wear that. It’s old-fashion!!!”
She’ll still be beautiful.
That same girl will reach the age when the spanky pants are all she can dream about. Pom poms and sneakers are her greatest desires. She hopes for cartwheels and basket tosses, she daydreams about the triangle of friends.
She will never know how beautiful she was.
Don’t forget to appreciate a single day of your beauty. Your love, your laughter, your intelligence, your calm, your charity. You might not feel gorgeous today but you always have your beauty close.
You may not know how fast all the pretty can be taken away, you’d better hope you have some beauty down in there to count on.