Power of Positive

July 3, 2013

I’ve been thinking a lot about kindness & judgment lately: Kindness to ourselves and kindness to others. Two blog posts I read recently really struck a chord with me.

The first, by Momastery Blogger Glennon Melton, spoke about criticism vs. cruelty when people judge your writing. One of my biggest fears regarding sharing my blog had to do with just that – the thoughts that others would have about what I have to say. Is my writing horrible? Do I share too much personal info? What will people think about what I have to say? Will they judge me?

The second blog, which I came across via a friend’s Facebook newsfeed had to do with a mother’s own body perception and what it does to your children when a mother calls herself fat.

Sadly, I am one of the worst offenders I know as of late, but after reading that blog, I have vowed to stop – if not for my own self-worth, for that of my daughter’s. In my heart of hearts, I know I’m not fat, but I would be lying if when I look at my post-pregnancy body I don’t think of a million ways I’d like it to look different.  But I’ve vowed to stop the self-criticism and I ask other mothers to take a pledge to do the same.

What is it about women that we have to criticize ourselves? If we make a mistake, we call ourselves idiots or morons. We blame it on hormones or lack of sleep. But we aren’t perfect. And you know what? That’s OK. Imperfection is what makes each of us unique and special. Some people’s strengths help other people’s weaknesses and when we help each other, we become kind. And I like kindness.

So I urge you mothers, women, and anyone reading this blog, the next time you think to criticize yourself, fight back that urge with a positive thought or comment about you instead. I’m going to try it. Let’s see what happens. Feel free to share your experiences with me!

And in other news…

My little Vinster truly was the Lady’s Man at Marshall’s today. He hates his car seat and hates the Ergo (His shrieks were so bad as we entered the store, I thought everyone who walked by or heard him screaming was certain I was a first-time mom!), so I had to hold him facing out while shopping. And boy did he get compliments. Every person (all women) who was shopping nearby stopped to admire his beauty. And I didn’t mind in the least!

Happy Fourth of July to all my readers.  We’ll be back after the holiday with some Fourth of July cheer!