Life

What I want to be when I grow up.

I remember growing up wanting to be so many different things in life. I went from astronaut to teacher to on field sports reporter. My drive and work ethic have always been a consistent in my world, but as a 30 year old professional I’d like to change my answer!

I’ve come to realize that when I grow up I want to be just like my eight year old daughter, Izzy.

Throughout the last year she’s been exposed and presented with a magnitude of unique situations and experiences. All of which have caused an over abundance of emotions. Between mentally handicap classmates, a best friend with a medical diagnosis she knows nothing about, bullying, death and the daily struggle of being a child growing up into today’s world, she’s handled every situation with dignity, grace and a heart full of sunshine.

I’ve overheard her say things like:

– “It’s ok, everyone different”

– ” That doesn’t make you weird, we are all weird”

– “Why can’t people just be nice”

– “You have to be nice, because you don’t know what someone else is going through”

Not a single one of those moments have been provoked by me or anyone else. It’s just her true words and feelings and in those moments I am reminded that I need to be more like her.

My hope and my daily prayer as a mom is that my girls are the nice ones. That people look at them and see a different light and a true expression of kindness. I know that right now when I look at Izzy she is the epitome of exactly what I want to be when I grow up.

I would challenge you this week to look at those kids in your life and see the positivity and difference in them? What do you want to be when you grow up?

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