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We Have Done Something Right

Yesterday Emma came into the bathroom to get her hair done. I asked if she wanted anything in her hair and she said only if I was going to. I said I was going to pull mine back and she decided she wanted a head band. She got down the basket that holds our hair things.

She pulled out three choices and picked one. She put it in her hair and asked, "How does this look mom?"

I said it was fine and smoothed a few pieces of her hair. She looked at me and said, "I think this will look pretty for church."

I try to make her realize that it is not about how you look or what you wear that makes you pretty. I also tell her often that she looks pretty no matter what she has on or how her hair looks or any such things.

So once again yesterday, I looked at her and said, "Emma, you looked pretty when you got out of bed. You ALWAYS look pretty." And before I could continue on with my lecture Emma said, "Mom, it is not about the clothes I wear. That is not what makes me pretty. It is WHO I am."

Full of love for this little girl, I replied to her, "That is exactly right Emma. It is who you are on the inside that makes you pretty. It is your heart."

Yesterday I realized, her father and I must be doing something right.

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