What my daughter is teaching me about my body

What my daughter is teaching me about my body

One morning last week, I went to wake Remi up while my shirt was tumbling in the dryer (because who has time to iron?).  I woke her up wearing my dress pants and a fitted tank.  When I get her up, we snuggle in the glider for a few minutes.  And she saw my belly under the fitted tank and started sort of pouncing and pressing on a roll of tummy.

She giggled.  She did it over and over.  It was funny to her.

I cringed.  I cringed because I don’t want that tummy roll when I sit down (I don’t want it on my body at all).  I cringed because I don’t want her to hate herself like I do some days. I cringed because it wasn’t exactly flattering.

But then I realized, she’s learning from me.  I want her to love herself.  I’m working on that more and more- having a healthy mindset about myself. I want her to learn acceptance and empowerment come from her mind- not from what anyone else thinks about her.

So I told her that morning all about momma’s tummy.  I told her that she used to live in there!  She was grown in my tummy and lived there for 9 months.  I told her that my tummy is where all my belly laughs come from.  I couldn’t laugh without it!  I told her that my tummy is where all my yummy food goes- the ice cream and the veggies both.  My stomach and other important parts are in my tummy.  I told her that I like when I hold her close to my tummy.  Feeling her weight when I hold her is so sweet, and I’m glad she is comforted when laying on my tummy.

I asked her where her tummy was and she happily patted her belly. I told her I loved her tummy too!

She won’t remember that conversation, but I do hope she remembers the acceptance and love. I know I will.


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