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Beautifully different with my daughter

My six-year-old found my personal journal, thrust it toward me and asked: "What does this say?"

It contained notes I was embarrassed even to tell myself let alone share with my daughter. 

"Mama's writing about all the things that make her different," I said. 

"Read it to me," she said directly, no-nonsense like.

I'm not one of the 3,000 bloggers participating in Reverb 10. It's been a rough month and a half with routines turned topsy turvy by a family illness, so there's not a lot of free mind space for soulful introspection. But I've been reading other bloggers entries and from time to time I wonder how I might answer a prompt. 

Karen Walrond's prompt stumped me. Author of "The Beauty of Different," (a book I bought, read and adore), Walrond asked participants this last week: 

"Reflect on all the things that make you different - you'll find they're what make you beautiful."

In truth, I've been struggling with this idea since I met Walrond in August. A writer and photographer who blogs at Chookooloonks, she participated in a live art installation at BlogHer where she painted words on people's bodies. The idea: identify something different about yourself and celebrate that it makes you beautiful. Makes you YOU.

The only thing I could come up with, though, standing in line with strangers at a conference where I knew no one, was that I was just "different."

For weeks after, I tried to find a better answer but never did. I have a three-inch wide crater that runs from my breast bone to lower belly from the twin pregnancy but I'm hard pressed to see the beauty in that. What else? 

I couldn't settle on anything that felt true so I just stopped thinking about it. Until last week when I saw the question. I started to write in an empty notebook and Esme found my stray thoughts:

I prefer oddly shaped Christmas trees.

I don't wear makeup.

I think grey hair is beautiful.

I have a deep voice and, when I was younger, people used to mistake me for a boy.

Esme smiled as I read but stayed quiet. 

"What about you?" I asked her. "What makes you different?"

"I'm the second smallest in my class," she said. "Nobody else wears pig tails. I'm six and most people are seven."

When Esme shushed her younger sister and asked her to leave the room where we were sitting, I realized how seriously she was considering her answers. How important it was to her that we sat alone, together, sharing our secrets. 

"In kingergarten, I never got on yellow or any bad color but most people did," she said. "I'm the oldest in my family. Not much people in my class have brown hair."

She surprised me when I asked her how it felt to be different in the ways she mentioned. "Happy," she said, then looked at me smiling. "Because I like the way I am."

Was I ever so comfortable, I wonder. So self-assured? 

I asked her how I'm different from other mommies. "You love us more than any other mommies," she said. I laughed and told her that's probably not true but thanks for saying so. 

"You have short hair and most mommies don't," she said after a spell.

 "What does that make you think?" I asked. 

Her answer? "Happy that you're different."

Me too.


Reader Comments (15)


seriously a fantastic moment for you and esme. what a beautiful memory you made together.

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commenternic @mybottlesup


December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRamona

Oh HELL yes. I love this so much. Thanks for sharing this (and the kind shout-out!).


December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKaren/Chookooloonks

love this so hard.

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermarie

Don't you wish you could bottle her self confidence and then sprinkle it on her when she needs it as she gets older?

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBuenoBaby

Somebody's Nona and somebody's Mummy has a tear in her eye.
A tear of happiness. What a beautiful family you have been creating.

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNona

that was a beautiful moment! thank you for sharing it <3

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commentercali

I'm struggling with what makes me different and what I love about myself lately: thank you so much for sharing this - I really needed it. And now I need a tissue. :)

December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterChibi Jeebs

Loved this, Dana. She's such a sweetheart. I'm glad you wrote about it.


December 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLea R

Wow. Such a powerful moment you shared with your daughter.

December 14, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmanda

Awww! What a dear! May we all find that place.

December 14, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersprite

Love. This. Post. The conversation. The love. The way your daughter gets it that different is beautiful. And if you love gray hair...you'd love me!

December 14, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWanda


December 14, 2010 | Unregistered Commentervvk

Wow is right, what an amazingly simple and poignant conversation. Your daughter sounds like a smart cookie, may she always be so comfortable being HER. :)

December 16, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterrebecca

Lovely! I have just cut off all my dyed blonde hair embracing it's naturally silver hue and I'm six feet tall so this post about different makes me feel warm all over.

Thank you...


January 1, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBobbi

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