Some advice doesn't make sense right away, but when you start your lessons,
listen to Mom and Dad when they tell you to practice your piano:
Monday, October 4, 2010
You Go Girl...
Once we have a kid in our lives, even if he or she is not our own but is very important to us, a constant question forms its own neurological pathway in our brains: How can i help my kid have healthy self-esteem?
I don't know how bad it's going to get before it gets better, but one thing seems to be sure. It's that girls (and boys) suffer from the endless images of what they're supposed to look like if they want to be considered as: smart, talented, successful, whatever...existing...
We have come a long way, yet we, in general, still are fools for beauty. Once we have been loved for our inner beauty, that fool goes away; it tries to sneak back, but the love you've been given fights it. Kids seem to not have this "fool" inside of them until they get compared to someone else in one way or another...but let me get to why I wanted to put this here for you, Genieve: You like to jump on your Mom and Dad's bed. You sing some kind of wonderful song that I can't understand, with your eyes closed.
Then (I hope you do this routinely, I've only witnessed it once so far) you run around on the bed and yell "YAY ME! YAY ME!"
When you're taking your first door in service, graduating from school, going into your first job interview, 34, going on 35, when your 95 but almost 96, please keep saying "YAY ME! YAY ME!"
I don't know how bad it's going to get before it gets better, but one thing seems to be sure. It's that girls (and boys) suffer from the endless images of what they're supposed to look like if they want to be considered as: smart, talented, successful, whatever...existing...
We have come a long way, yet we, in general, still are fools for beauty. Once we have been loved for our inner beauty, that fool goes away; it tries to sneak back, but the love you've been given fights it. Kids seem to not have this "fool" inside of them until they get compared to someone else in one way or another...but let me get to why I wanted to put this here for you, Genieve: You like to jump on your Mom and Dad's bed. You sing some kind of wonderful song that I can't understand, with your eyes closed.
Then (I hope you do this routinely, I've only witnessed it once so far) you run around on the bed and yell "YAY ME! YAY ME!"
When you're taking your first door in service, graduating from school, going into your first job interview, 34, going on 35, when your 95 but almost 96, please keep saying "YAY ME! YAY ME!"
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