"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else." Judy Garland
Last night at supper....I watched my youngest dive into her food. She giggled and commented over and over how yummy it tasted. She's my kid who loves meat...is always open to trying new things....and loves to experiment with different flavors.
My oldest sat down and 'inspected' her meal. For her...eating is a chore.... something to finish and get through. She picked out what she didn't like and pushed it to the side. Grabbing the ketchup bottle....she squirted.... coloring everything red.
Differences - it's fun to watch my kids. My oldest is neat...organized...and amazingly patient. Her brain is wired to ace math and figure out how to put absolutely anything together. Sensitive and caring...she cries at the sight of a dead bird....or even at the mention of someone hurt. She cares deeply for the environment...often driving me nuts with her constant reminders to 'recycle.'
My youngest comes home from school....slips out of her coat...kicks off her shoes....and wherever they land....is where they stay. I find piles of clothes in front of her 'open' closet doors as if she had somehow been prevented by an unknown source from placing them inside. She typically loses cherished items soon after she recieves them. She is passionate...dramatic....has a wicked sense of humor and tends to face life head on.
Differences - My kids add spice to our family by being who they are. My youngest brings excitment...my oldest stablity and calm.
Growing up....It wasn't okay to me. Constantly ridiculed... criticized...and compared to other kids...I learned being me had no purpose...no value. Over and over I heard I was all wrong...my thinking...my ways of doing things....even the things I liked or wanted. It's taken me a long time to figure it out...those messages were lies that kept me living as if I had no right to be...
I'm glad my girls are different. I'm thankful for who they are and how they move in the world.
Differences.....they're what make us special. I never want my girls to compare themselves to each other or to anyone else. I never want them to feel they're not good enough.
We're still hanging out in San Fransisco. Everyone we've met has been incredibly kind to us. It's been alot of fun....but now...I want to go home. I"m grateful....for everything I've been given...my family...more than enough creature comforts....and mostly my freedom. Freedom means everything to me....