I’m working on teaching my three-year old that she doesn’t have to be a princess to be wonderful and that just because the big girls at the park don’t listen to their mothers, that doesn’t mean that she shouldn’t listen to me. I’m teaching her, now, about difference and through that, I’m learning about difference myself and how for much of my life, I was too afraid to be anything but the things that were the same as everyone else.
I just wanted to fit in, through my teens and twenties and when I was in college and when I started blogging. So, to be the same, I did what everyone else did and lived with lumps in my throat, in fear, that anyone would see through my facade of decided “sameness.”
But I am different. We are all different. And we should all be okay and celebrate our differences in conversations and dialogues about who we are and what we want for ourselves, our children, and the world because in showing ourselves as different we learn that even in our variations, really, we are more naturally… alike.
So today, I’m showing my oldest toddler images of women who play violins and talking to her about a woman I know who is a rocket scientist. I do this while learning through doing the things that make me, as I want her to be, beautifully different.