...When you've had one ever since you can remember...
Gosh, I'm trying not to project my body issues onto my daughter.
Sophia has this performing arts thing going on. She's got some great natural talent when it comes to singing and acting...of course she has a lot to learn, but the passion is there. And she's good.
She has dang vibrato. She teaches herself songs on the piano. I could never do any of that. So, we enrolled her in dance last summer because I can tell you from experience that performers can only benefit from having some dance training...
And she picks it up fairly quickly.
But she hates it. The summer classes were fine, but from the second she started this fall, there has been nothing but tears and complaining. It's horrible. Wednesday morning brings with it the hovering dread of 5 o'clock. It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember why we were doing this.
It's important to finish what you start. That's the lesson we wanted her to learn. That and the fact that even though you have a modicum of natural talent, there's still SO much to learn...and no one learns by being lazy.
Instead, all we've taught her is that dance is something she has to do, whether she likes it or not.
So, after posting on Facebook about my revelation that maybe forcing this on her was a bad idea, I got a wealth of knowledge from other moms and even people who'd been there as kids...and it started to make so much sense to me to pull her out...to let her study an instrument and voice and pursue the performing thing in another way...
But my friend Ali mentioned something about digging a little deeper...maybe there was something more to this...so last night, I took Sophia shopping with me. Apparently, it's winter and no one has appropriate outerwear, so off we went.
And as we scooted through Target, she asked me how you find out how much your supposed to weigh when you're ten.
And just like that, I was a kid again, back in my own dance class and embarrassed to be wearing a leotard. Just like that, I was the tallest (and probably biggest) kid in my class, feeling awkward and out of place in my own skin.
"Is that what this whole dance thing is about?"
She shrugged. "The other girls in my class are like *this little*" She put her hand below her chin. She's right too, they are the tiniest girls.
Because dance isn't really friendly towards girls who aren't tiny. And there's not a lot of sympathy for changing bodies and the awkwardness of not wanting to wear a skin-tight leotard in front of a bunch of smaller people.
How do I, with all my disordered eating, a former anorexic/bulimic, train up a girl who doesn't see herself as anything but just right? How big a deal do I make of this to help her see that health is the most important thing? How do I encourage her not to let that feeling of being different stop her from being amazing--from going after the things she's so good at?
And most of all, how do I make sure she knows she is loved...exactly the way she is?
It's interesting to see your struggles reflecting in the faces of little ones you love so much. And as I talk to her and tell her not to compare herself to other girls...and explain that different is GOOD and it makes us special and unique...I wonder if these are the same words God's spoken to me over and over again...
The same words I have yet to really hear.
How do you teach a child to be exactly the opposite of you?