I Can’t do that to Her
There’s a funny “shift” when you become a mom to a little girl.
Suddenly you realize the impact that EVERYTHING you do will have on her. Eating. Exercise. Body image.
All of it.
I remember when we found out we were going to have a little girl. I was TERRIFIED because I had been through so much and I just didn’t think I could do justice for a little girl. I figured I could do a good job of jumping and climbing with a boy… but a GIRL?! I asked the Dr. if he was sure when we found out. He was. E is definitely all girl, even if she’s a 2 year old with less hair than some newborns.
When I was pregnant, I savored the time spent growing her. I knew when she came out it was time for me to get serious and set a much better example that the one I was living up until we found out we were having our child.
Sometimes I do quick recaps at the end of the day to see if I’m doing anything to screw her up. I’m talking about mealtimes. I’m talking about my exercise, or “getting strong” as we call it.
We all want to protect our children from the worst in life. For me, that means making sure that I show her how important it is to let her light out. To channel her emotions in a more productive way than downing gallons of ice cream. I don’t want her to hide with food. Hide behind food. Hide under food. It’s such a lonely, scary place to be.
I couldn’t let her experience all that I have.
But really, though, what mom sets out to “do that” to her daughter?
Do you spend too much of your effort making sure that THEY have the “best of” at meals? Meaning, THEY have a balanced plate. Fresh fruit and veggies, a little of this, a little of that. Milk or water to drink… If I would’ve had E a few years ago and still been “stuck,” I would be guaranteed to be eating of a plate with a 1/2 head of lettuce and the teensiest bit of meat possible, spray butter, and a Diet Coke– and of course encouraging her to eat all sorts of food.
And I wouldn’t have time to read books or play with her kitchen because I’d be busy working out for hours a day– and she certainly would not be allowed near me while I was doing it. Now she hangs out while I throw some weights around for 20 minutes and then knows she gets to take a turn on the treadmill… although she still doesn’t quite get that you can’t just stop moving once it starts. Maybe when she’s 3 she’ll get it. haha
It’s up to us to SHOW them the way. Remember, they’re always watching…