“Look, mommy! Look! Look at my dress!”
My first thought is, How absolutely adorable! I must take a picture! My second thought? Please, God, don’t let her turn out like Marilyn Monroe! I often think about them all grown up. Who will they become? What am I doing now that will make them who they will become? And while the look of Baby Love standing in front of a vent with her chubby little legs posed perfectly in high heels and her dress flying up is the sight of innocence and life and all things wonderful, I worry where that innocence will go…and when. And I pray. I pray a lot. And for a lot of things. But I probably pray the most for my girls…especially now.
I used to think being a part of the beautiful people would make my life so much better. There would be so much less that I’d have to worry about. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that the beautiful people weren’t all that beautiful anyway and they had the same struggles and problems that I did. In many ways they had even more. I hope that my girls will be blessed by their beauty and that their “beautiful people” will be on the inside. Surely, no other beauty really matters.