Friday, April 27, 2012
"Mommy, do I look pretty?"
As I combed my hair and finished getting dressed, I looked down at her. Along with her cute purple outfit she had on bright pink and turquoise toe socks (much too big, they were a zany gift from Nanny). Her hair was still in yesterday's pigtails, fuzzy from sleep, but she had accessorized with a turquoise headband (or crown as the girls call them) and had clipped in a little purple bow. The effect was rather outlandish.
But that's not what I saw. I saw fun socks that coordinated perfectly with her fun-loving personality. I noticed that the headband matched the socks and the bow matched the outfit, though none of it really went together. I saw a desire to be beautiful. Mostly I saw her face—hopeful, expectant—full of a longing for affirmation.
"I think you look gorgeous," I replied. I meant it. And as she skipped away, I could see she felt it.
Someday she'll learn how to brush and braid her own hair. She'll know how to put together an outfit from socks and hair accessories to purse and shoes. But I hope she'll always come to me expectantly with that same question: "Mommy, do I look pretty?" And I hope when she leaves she'll always feel as lovely as I know she will look.