I love children. They move through life unabashedly, celebrating exactly who they are. Try asking a kid under the age of 8 if they think they're cute. Anytime I have, they've always answered with a resounding "yes." Each child could barely contain their good fortune at being born. Few of us are lucky enough to carry this joy of existence into adulthood. At what point did we become blind to our exquisiteness? Perhaps this lack of vision contributed to Peter Pan's decision to never grow up.
It's true, we each have our own beauty and peculiarities. I am encouraged by the trend to love who we are, both inside and out. It's refreshing to know that we don't all need to fit into the same box. Moreover, we were born not to. Woven together, we make up the tapestry of our perfectly imperfect world. The contrast of our uniqueness is what gives depth and vibrancy to life. Children know what medieval artisans knew when they purposely left a mistake in their tapestry -- perfection is boring. Idiosyncrasies are what make life interesting. Thank goodness, because we all have them.
Today is the perfect day to begin viewing life like a child again. Love yourself because of your flaws, not in spite of them. They may well be God's gift to you.
My cousin's daughter Kenna showing me what "Ta Da" looks like.
Kenna all grown up. Born under a dancing star, indeed.