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Waiting on Superman

Dearest Beautiful Daughters,

I heard a song on the radio today and it made me cry for you. Without watching the story of the video, I heard how a young girl was “waiting on Superman”…
She’s talking to angels,
Counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She’s dancing with strangers,
Falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, yeah, in his arms, yeah
Waiting for Superman
Oh, dear girls, please. Don’t.
You don’t need a superman. You’re not waiting on anyone to make you who you are. God already did that. Your life doesn’t start with a romantic relationship. It has already begun and a “superman” can only add to what you already offer the world.
The language of our culture wants to convince you that someone’s attention gives you significance. It’s simply not true. You are already significant. The world sings songs about how we’re supposed to bide time until our Superman can show up, when he’s finished saving others. But this isn’t the saving we need.
My prayer is that you will someday find yourself in the strong arms of a “man of steel”, but only because he will need his strength to match your own. Your will, your passion, your focus – these are your gifts offered to us all. You don’t need Superman to have permission to unleash your fire for life.
Dear daughters, don’t wait to be saved. Do some saving. Reach out, connect with others. Be a person who others gravitate toward because your energy brings them life.
Wishing on cars is no way to pass the days. Don’t wait for someone to pick you up. Get up, shake the dust off. Show the world you’re not afraid to get a little dirty. This doesn’t mean that when someone offers you a hand, you’re too good to refuse it. Never, because partnership is always better than solo work. Just remember that asking for help – which is always okay – is different than being saved, if someone other than God is offering salvation. 
It’s okay to have weaknesses. Don’t misread this as a mandate for perfection. Please, don’t be afraid of your strength. As it was written:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” ― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”
Much love,
Mama

Are you sure?

When I was in the 4th grade I had my first “boyfriend.” Matt sent a friend, Jackson, to ask me if I’d “go with him”. To where? you ask. The protocol for 4th grade relationships was that we didn’t really go anywhere, but we did it together. Almost holding hands. 

After Jackson made the drop, I remember asking Matt directly if he really had sent the messenger. I just couldn’t believe it. First, it was a boy asking me. Second, it was a boy I had secretly had a crush on for a long time. What were the chances it was reciprocated? 
But Matt did indeed ask me and I stood aghast. I think I asked him another time, just to be sure. You really meant me
Just the other day, H Boy asked if we could do something he regarded as very exciting (watch a movie, maybe?) and I responded, “Yes.” We can? he asked incredulously.
Not even 5 minutes later, he gathered an audience and asked once more – Mom, can we watch a movie after dinner? YES. Irritation started to set in. 
Sometimes the love is too much. We can hardly believe our fortune, so we ask again. And again. Are you sure? we seem to be asking the universe. 
In the places of our deepest pain and regret, we hardly can accept forgiveness. It’s too much to believe. So we ask and we ask and we ask, even after everything we need to believe is made available. We can’t comprehend it because we’re looking at the improbabilities. We see our shortcomings and all the better options around us instead of looking at the One who forgives because it’s His very nature. 
Yes, He is sure. You

For Moms of Boys

Dear Mamas of Boys (specifically boys in the 2-5 year-old age range),

We’re on the same team here. You are doing a good job. Thank you – thank you – for the unnoticed efforts of your day today. Please don’t wonder if they’re “worth it”, because they matter.

Someday your little boy will grow up to be a distinguished young gentlemen and a cute little strawberry blonde (or a bleach blonde) will catch his eye. He will ask for the car on a Saturday night so he can take her to the Homecoming dance. You’ll help him pick out a flower.

He’ll nervously knock on our front door. After a few pictures and kind reminders, our babies will drive off together. My precious cargo will ride with your precious cargo. We’re in this together, see.

So when you ask your son to speak nicely to you, he will use the same tone and words with my little girl. When you demand respect because that’s how we treat people, he will grow to treat my daughter the same way. When you honor his tenderness and his thoughtful gestures, he will become thoughtful and tender toward her, because he knows the value.

You’re doing such a good job.

I have no doubt that when our kids meet, your little guy will get the ABCs and 123s. He will learn to read and figure out how to match. And if hitting a curve ball isn’t on his resume, that’s okay.

It matters very little what you teach him to do – I care more about who you’re helping him become. When you show him how to control his anger and express his feelings, I say a prayer of great gratitude because he won’t use his fists on my beloved. As you set an example of honesty, giving the cashier back the right amount of change, I know my little girl runs less of a risk of coming home in tears because “he cheated.”

Thank you so much for encouraging him to play with the sweet kid who seems kind of lonely instead of the popular kid with all the nice toys. I’m sure that kindness captured the attention of this little girl, because we try to value it at home. We’re trying.

You’re doing it, mom. Of course, we parents can’t follow a formula to guarantee a perfect outcome, and your son’s shortcomings aren’t a reflection of your own. None of us on this journey can offer a money-back guarantee. All we have is the hope of our example and many, many prayers.

But in your sometimes unpraised efforts, you’re showing him the way toward a good life, one in which he will share with others. You are shaping a wonderful young man, one that will bring joy and happiness to a precious little girl (not to mention his own mama).

Thank you, mama. You’re doing a good job. Your work matters, more than just developing a “contributing member of society”. More than hoping he gets into a good college and finds his dream job and makes a lot of money.

He’s going to hold the hand of my little girl and his character will matter most. Thank you for making it a priority in your mothering. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to write a letter to the mothers of all little girls, specifically ages 5 and just born.

We’re in this together,

Michele

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