Yesterday while having a conversation with Kyrie, she said something that shook up my whole life. She said, “I learn best by watching you be real. I’ve learned the most from you when you’re not trying to be a “good” example. I think the most perfect thing you’ve taught me is that the flawed you, the person you are when you think no one is watching... is the bravest and most beautiful woman Ive ever met. You’re the strongest person I know. The entire word could be on fire and you’re going. To find a way to make it through that, mom. You taught me to treasure who I am, and no hide away from the world. You’ve taught me to be real. That’s the most important thing.”
And as you can imagine, I was in tears. Because, the I am a fricking mess. I’m usually running 10 minutes late for everything, with my make up in my bag and mismatched socks... and anymore, I 100% do not care what anyone thinks. If you walk into my house and there’s loud music coming from the kitchen, it’s because I’ve had a bad day... and dancing is mandatory. And I maintain that just being a decent person is better than having to explain yourself later when you’re not. There are a million things that I do, that I never think twice about. I just try to get through life with some sanity intact, and THIS is the shit my kid learns from.
My kid doesn’t watch me try to put on my cape and save the day. She watches me dance in the kitchen while I’m making dinner. She watches me get out of bed, get ready for work, pack lunches, and fold a load of laundry. She watches me help the boys with their homework while helping her sister bake cookies. She watches me balance life. It’s never, ever going to be perfect... but she sees that she can be a good person, and a good parent, and be a boss. Everything that I do... every hurdle I jump over, ever obstacle I make it through.... she sees. She learns that she can do it, she can handle whatever life throws at you. She learns how to flex and adapt.
This made me wonder... am I reaching far enough? Do I expect enough out of myself or can I reach further and accomplish more. And, truthfully... the answer, is no. I’m not reaching enough. I very rarely take care of myself. Im out of shape, I’m usually 10 minutes behind for everything, and as much as I love what I do... I do not love where I work. I need to dream bigger dreams, make bigger goals... and work for them. I am a badass woman. I deserve to have badass stuff happen to me. And she deserves to see me do it, so that she knows it’s always within her reach. No matter what it is.
Empowerment ladies, is never defined the same way for the same woman twice. Empowerment is whatever sets your soul on fire. It’s the stuff that reminds you that you are a beautiful, badass woman.. capable of hard things, and deserving of good things. Empowerment is simply the shit that makes it possible for you to set yourself apart from every other woman. It’s the stuff your daughters admire and learn from. It’s the shit that makes you fly as hell.
So, I’ve let my hair down.... set my alarm an hour earlier, and laid out my running shoes. Because, I am a beautiful, badass, determined woman. I can’t quit now, because I deserve everything. And the little eyes that watch me, she deserve to know that she is badass in training... learning from a pro.
“Suga, suga, how you get so fly?” I hope her response is, “I learned it from my mama.”
Your princes and princesses are watching how you rule, be the best damn Queen in the land.
❤️-
A
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