Beneath it All

Today Matilda had her ballet recital dress rehearsal. She looked perfectly angelic in her mermaid costume complete with sea shell choker and sparkly crown. I forgot to bring my camera and her bun wasn't perfect but to me she was the most beautiful creature. I have a burned memory of painting her eye lids with sparkly eye shadow, painting her lips with my favorite shade of red. She was so still and curious. It was the tenderest of moments. Watching Matilda today admire her little face with makeup on was enough to break my heart. I want her to know her beauty without all of that, her inner beauty.

Often times when I'm faced with rejection (today was brutal!) and other cringe-worthy scenarios, I think of my girls and what they will one day go up against.  I want to protect them and encourage them, to give them the tools of hope and for living a prayerful life. I'm working really hard to model what I want for them.  I want them to love God, to reflect that love to their family and friends and strangers alike. To work hard but to not let work define them. Sometimes you can work your butt off and have nothing to show for it. I've been reflecting a lot lately on where I spend my time, what's working for me and my family and what isn't.

“The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies.”
― J.R. Miller, Home-Making

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