The little girl who had short, red, curly hair, bobbed up and down the aisle while her Mother looked at swimsuits. I was amused by her non-stop chatter, and her Mother’s faithful replies. When the little girl wandered, the Mother would ask, "Where is my shadow?" The little girl would quickly return assuring her, "Here I am!"
Standing in the same aisle, I was captivated by their relationship.
Soon thereafter a large-triple-sized woman came into our aisle to pick through the swimsuits. The little girl looked the woman over a few times. Then pointed at her, exclaiming, "Look Mommy SHE’ S really big!
Her mother paused… then gathered the little girl in her arms, "Yes she is big and you are small. The woman is just right the way she is. I am just right the way I am, and you are just right the way you are too. We are perfect however we are made, big or small." The Mother put her daughter down, and the little girl started to twirl, her red hair danced on her forehead.
Isn’t it good to know we are "just right" the way we are?
Hearing that message (which I am certain was meant for me,) I held up the hot pink swimsuit, and winked at the little red hair girl.
Photo: Table art at Lauren’s home.
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