Nipples, Naked Sprinting and Beautiful

This morning daughter was running her fingers up and down my arms, examining all my freckles while I read her a book. She noticed a tiny raised one at the top of my shoulder and said, "What is this?"

I said, "It's a freckle, but it's a little raised."

"Where did you get it?" she wonders.

"I was born with it." I say.

"It looks like a nipple."

Nice. So I'm quite confident that by the week's end most of her preschool friends will think that her mother possesses a third, and likely magical, nipple. Ta da.

In general daughter has been more curious about my body than ever before. She pushes here, and pokes there. Announcing what is squishy and what is not. It's mostly squishy. Wanted to know why my boobs look different in a bra, which prompted a conversation about underwire that elicited a big yawn and request for more chocolate Teddy Grahams.

One day after working out I stripped down out of my sweaty clothes in the laundry room and began to streak up the stairs to the shower. I didn't realize daughter was sitting on the stairs waiting for me at the time. And when she saw me she said, "This...is awkward." and ran upstairs giggling.

My first reaction was to be crazy proud of her for correctly using the word "awkward". My second thought was that I have to buy a bathrobe. And my last realization was that I hope my daughter feels comfortable enough with her body to run like hell up the stairs naked some day.

I also secretly hope that she inherits the thighs and metabolism of husband's side of the family. But she can have my boobs, and my third nipple of course. (It's a freckle!) She should absolutely inherit husband's ass and my clavicles. His jawline and my teeth.

But more importantly, I want to teach her someday that squishy bits are fun too. And gravity is easily overcome with a good bra. That she's beautiful now and always. I want to show her how good it feels when your body is strong and healthy. And to enjoy every cartwheel, somersault, skip and run she can fit into her 4 year old schedule.

Oh and that's she's beautiful now and always. Did I already say that? I'm still going to say it again. And I'll keep saying it to her until her eyes roll back in her head in teenage exasperation. I'll say it when she's trying to lose the baby weight. I'll say it when I know she's feeling not so beautiful on the inside. And I'll whisper it in her dreams when she's got white hair and wrinkles. Beautiful.

Gorgeous girl and her dad outside an antique store in MI.

10 comments:

Tonya said...

Beautiful, just beautiful.

Megan (Best of Fates) said...

A lovely post... though it took be a minute to remember what clavicles are.

areyoukiddingme said...

All we can hope for is that they listen and it sinks in...

Jessie said...

My husband and I just started going to church again. We were discussing our reasoning for why and he touched me by saying that he wants to make sure that our daughter will grow up to love her body made in God's image. Good post.

Amy Kate said...

I tell Char all the time that being healthy and strong and able to run, dance, play, lift, throw, catch, cartwheel is all that matters. Good lesson for your little mini-you. AND I love that she said Awkward. Love it.

Lotta said...

Thanks all!

Amy Kate - She has been saying "awkward" long before she knew how to do it correctly. So funny!

Katie J said...

Indeed!

Miss Grace said...

Oh I love this. LOVE.

LSL said...

Ah, wonderful.

JoeinVegas said...

Sometimes the squishy bits are the most fun