It seems just yesterday I held my first grandchild in my arms as a newborn. it wasn’t yesterday and they are growing up so fast. Every day I see new ways they are maturing and it’s left me a bit melancholy knowing one day they will no longer see themselves as perfect just as they are.
Becoming a mother, and now grandmother, taught me many things the first was how comfortable children are in their own skin. I don’t have any recollection of ever feeling that way.
Digital cameras, and cell phones with built in cameras, have brought home to me once again just how comfortable children are with themselves.
They regularly want to put on a show and have their pictures taken just so they can see how cute or silly they look.
A small child never runs from a camera because they don’t like how they look in photographs, instead the sillier they look the better they like it.
My one wish for my grandchildren would be to hold on to that image of themselves as perfect just as they are, avoiding the knee jerk reaction to harshly judge themselves.
I know it’s unrealistic to hope children could grow up in today’s world without ever becoming so self-conscience that they dislike how they look in photos but just think what a wonderful world this could be if all people could accept and love themselves just as they are.