I know, I know. I’ve totally been slacking and finally I feel creative enough to actually do this again. That is…if I can find my way around all the changes WordPress has made!
My life these days seems, at a glance, ordinary and repetitive. As I was sitting here, checking email and listening to the washing machine spin, I realized that a lot of little things do happen each day that others might enjoy reading about.
Last Tuesday night I babysat for some neighborhood kiddos, and while standing outside with them I was approached by one and told, in a very matter-of-fact way, that I am fat.
Now – I’m going to go back to about a year ago. When I arrived here in Atlanta, Cole was about the same age as this kiddo. At that age kids are very open, and there’s really no “filter” made yet. Cole very often would tell me that I was large, that I was fat, that I should grow up and be a “sumo wrestler”. I had to remind myself of his age and try to take the hurt out of his words and we began to work on seeing beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.
That morning, while I was doing my workout (31 pounds lost and counting!), I turned to see Cole standing in the door of the playroom. He had a bit of a smile on his face, a kind of absent-minded, loving look that I see quite often from him. He then proceeded to hold his arms out clear in front of him and say, “Aunt.. your belly used to be this big,” and then he moved his hands in closer by half, “but now it’s only this big. Good job, Aunt on losing weight.”
So when, that evening, he heard the neighborhood kiddo say this to me, he quickly hastened to my defense, “Aunt’s belly used to be this big,” he showed her, “but now it’s only this big.” And the look on his face when he finished was the sweetest, saddest expression. The neighborhood kiddo informed him that it’s good because my belly was too big! And he shook his head. I asked him why he did not want my belly to be smaller, and he said “Hello! Pillow!”
I’m so very proud of him. Where once he would look at me and see “fat Aunt”, today he looks at me and sees me as beautiful. He’s proud of me, and loves me, no matter my size. And I think that I’m blessed that God has chosen me to be the one to teach this incredibly important lesson.