I hate my knees.

They are soft and chubby with just a little too much extra, flab

I keep them covered by pants, dresses, boots, long shorts, you name it. I deny the existence of my chubby knees. Who cares what they look like as long as they work right?

I also don’t appreciate how large my nose is. Never have. 

In my entire life I have never had a mean comment come back to me on either my nose or my chubby knees. No one has based their friendship with me on the size of my honker or how well I can pull off a miniskirt (which BTW, FAIL.)

The older the moosh gets the smarter that little kid gets. If she likes someone’s shoes, she tells them. She doesn’t care where they came from or how much they cost. She doesn’t even care if they’re covered in Barney and sing Wiggles theme songs. If she likes them, she says so.

I try my best to compliment someone as soon as the thought enters my head, but there’s times that I keep it to myself. Either because I’m feeling a bit selfish/insecure or because I don’t want to actually admit that “Wow, I really like your Acid Washed jeans with glittery butterflies!” because my own pride says that I can’t admit that I actually do like acid washed jeans with bejeweled insects.

In Disneyworld, the moosh didn’t care where little girls got their costumes from. She was just as excited to bond over a Cinderella dress from the thrift store as she was to bond with a little girl who’s mom just paid $200 for her to get gussied up at Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

She never cares what someone is wearing at the playground or what car they rolled up in. She doesn’t care if they have homemade PB&J or organic take out from the trendiest cafe for lunch. She only cares if she has fun playing with them. She never cares if someone has a big house full of fancy toys or a small apartment with only a basket of Happy Meal toys. What she cares about is how much fun she’ll have with whomever lives in that house. (Okay, so you kind of have to have dress ups in your house to win her over. Even if it’s just a pair of shoes.)

She never sees color in her friends. If anything she only notices hair texture, and even then she could care less if they have curly hair or no hair. As long as she has fun playing with them.

She has plenty of toys and loves a good movie. But the most fun she had today was dancing with me to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the living room until she giggled so hard she fell over.

When I look at her I wonder what the hell my problem is.

I asked her a month ago “What’s your favorite thing people can do?” 

“Play with me.” was her answer. She didn’t even have to think about it.
sproing.
I’m going to be spending a lot of time learning to think more like a four year old and less like a jerk.

Comments

  1. Isn’t it amazing how much wisdom can come out of the mouths of babes? I’m glad to know someone else hates their knees! :-)

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  2. Thank you for this. My children are the same way, and it really does make me feel lighter and happier inside when I keep reminding myself to look at things the ways they do. (I, too, HATE my knees by the way. We could start a little club. Though, of course, that would defeat the point of thinking like our preschoolers.) One thing that helps me is that I want to shield them from the pain I’ve seen friends go through when they agonize over body image, so I’ve made a concerted effort never to talk about my own body (anxieties or otherwise) in front of them. That inadvertently also helps me keep things in perspective.

    Also? The moosh is gorgeous!

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  3. You, a jerk? Neh-vah.

    BOSSYs last blog post..Ten-Word Tuesday. The Pity Party Edition.

  4. No matter how thin I am – I have chubby knees (and it gets worse as I get older). And my nose is slightly crooked, and I’m obsessed with it. So I know what you mean about worrying about the small stuff.

    The lessons we can learn from children are unlimited.

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  5. Mine also remind me sometimes to look on the bright side, at the simple things. They’re so great. :)

    And those curls!!

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  6. I too have been working through definitions lately: trying to figure out how I should define myself (I know…I’m a mom, a wife, etc. yet this still seems to be a hot topic in my little mind). And yes, it is just smart to go back to the basics. And getover myself. Thanks for sharing. And Casey, I could care less about your knees or nose. You always have the most amazing things to say. That makes you the bomb in my book.

  7. I hope she stays like that forever-people like that are amazing and beautiful and wonderful to come across, especially when you are one of those people who doesn’t have a lot of money or toys (as the wife of a grad student, I know you understand the feeling of being poor!)
    Also, I think your nose is hot!

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  8. Have you ever seen the movie ‘Children of Men’? It poses the question of what a world would be like without children. It’s interesting what kind of lessons you can learn from someone so little. I’ve learned a lot from my 2 1/2 year old daughter, it’s changed me for the better.

  9. You aren’t kidding, Casey! I’ve learned more from my kids in the realm of patience and generosity and compassion and friendship than I’d ever dreamed possible.

    I think looking at the world through 4 yo eyes is a great idea…except for that part where everything about poo is funny.

    Ok, it’s a litle funny.

    Anissa@Hope4Peytons last blog post..Chunky is NOT the new black

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