Children can be cruel to one another without even realizing it. Nothing I learned or received as a child would prepare me for the mean words from class mates in elementary school. “You have horse hair” or Your so skinny we’ll call you slinky”. I did not believe I was pretty or special, as I was never told this by anyone in my family. My husband is a good example of the father I would have loved to have growing up. Every day he tells our five year old how beautiful she is to him. He tells her how smart & special she is. Our daughter holds her head up high and is very proud to be who she is. This was tested one Sunday morning at our church. The children were running around when all of a sudden our daughter comes up to us with two of her friends. Her friends seemed upset about something. ” A boy told Julyssa that she wasn’t pretty and that her dress was ugly!” We look at Julyssa, and what she had to say made me so proud to be her mother and the wife of her father. ” It’s okay, I told him my daddy loves my eyes”. It was a very proud moment for us. I think we’re up to a good start.
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