When my daughter was born, I was ready. I had my facts straight and knew exactly how I wanted my daughter to feel about her body. To think about her self-worth. I was prepared to wage war on negative body image. Never in a million years did it occur to me that my real concern should have been her twin brother.
Sometimes things just don't come out the way we mean them to. Okay. That's an understatement. Sometimes we just plain say sh*t to our kids that we shouldn't! As I see it, we may get lots of support and generally do a pretty fabulous job of keeping our feelings in check and our parenting on track, but at some point we're all going to blow it.