“Are you on my team?” my daughter asked me matter-of-factly tonight.
She has heard me say this before. That I am on her team. And it’s true that I am and always will be.
I will forever be her loyal teammate.
I will unconditionally be her devoted coach.
And I will for sure, at all the times, be her loudest cheerleader.
When I look back at old photos of myself, I sometimes feel a bit of regret.
As I place my hand on my now rounded belly or catch a glance of my now wider hips in the mirror, I want to tell that girl in the pictures to wake up.
To not take her body for granted. To appreciate herself as she is right then and there.
Then I stop and think that maybe I should be giving my current self the same advice.
Here is what I want to tell the girl in all of the pictures… Continue reading