“In my daughter’s eyes
I am strong and wise
I am a hero
And I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I want to be
In my daughter’s eyes”
I remember hearing this song when it first came out and hoping my mother knew that is how I viewed her. I had no idea that someday God would use my own daughter to reflect this truth to me.
To raise a daughter is to see a reflection of the feminine heart and soul walking around outside your body. It is an opportunity to feel how tender a woman’s heart can be. It is a precious reminder that we are uniquely made and valuable so far beyond our physical being. That stretch marks are signs of strength, that weight isn’t the defining marker of my worth, and that the beautiful song living inside of me is made manifest in her. She is my true mirror.
Recently, my three year old girl has asked to use my camera. I delight in seeing what is important to her and her small frame attempting to handle my large camera. While so far from technically perfect, these images speak to her heart. It never fails that I find several of mama on the roll after she is done. Everything in me wants to delete these images as they are so often not “flattering” angles or poses. Yet, the longer I look at them the more I am reminded that in my daughter’s eyes I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
My precious artist and the one telling my heart’s story. Taken by mama.
How has motherhood changed your perspective of yourself? I would love to hear in the comments.