I was watching some home movies my dad put online (No, I will not give you the link), and there was one in particular of a tap dance/ballet recital I did around age four. Good grief. Standing up there, tortured in an itchy, massive pink Tu Tu. The first few minutes I had that "I got this!" look, and then: I become self conscious. AT FOUR! And I start looking down, super off beat... not like I had much rhythm at four anyway. But still... Anyway... it got me thinking more and more about the kids of today, our kids, and the fact that they shouldn't have to deal with that. Whether it's "life" or not, I don't want my kids at age four to worry about the way they look, or talk, or dance. I want them to be firm in knowing that God made them special, and that's what matters over all. I've known kids who at age six start believing they're overweight and need to diet! HOW IS THIS O.K.??? We need to be doing better by our kids. They need to know how God sees them, and to be reminded every day that they are strong, intelligent, beautiful, children of God. Confidant kids with the power of the Almighty at their fingertips.
End rant.
P.S.
This is in NO WAY a bash on the way my parents raised me... Just something I was thinking about.
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