Every day of parenting can feel like a test in letting go:
– letting that person who is my child be who they are, and not who I imagine them to be, or want them to be, or feel they ought to be.
I say I want the best for her – but so often that can be my idea of what that best is.
She speaks and I think I listen; but do I really hear?
In so many ways, every day, she is showing me who she is.
Yet somehow I believed that to parent was to mould and influence her, rather than to pay proper attention to who she already is.
I know how powerful a parent’s judgement can be.
I don’t want her to be defined by mine.
I don’t want to fight who my child actually is.
I want to dare to let her be.
I know my part in this: to be a good role model
- to follow my own dreams,
- to pursue my own happiness
- to be myself
When I give myself permission to create a life I love, to respect my own thoughts and feelings, to like my own body, to whole-heartedly love the people around me, to have fun; then my daughter might be inspired to do the same.
But she’ll do it in her own way – and I want to let her.
For more ideas on this:
Stealing time for me!