As I was rushing around putting kids to bed my tween, Honey, beckoned to me.
'Come here Mom, I need to talk to you.'
Something in her tone slowed me down and forced me to take a breath and follow her into her bedroom.
As I looked at my beautiful daughter, growing up so fast I heard these words tumble out of her mouth:
'Mom, I hate my face. I am ugly'.
I cannot tell you how unprepared I was for this statement. And yet, in an instant, I remembered this time in my life; when I looked in the mirror and didnt like what I saw.
I listened quietly as she went through each of her stunning features and told me what she saw. I know there is little I can say with objectivity as her mother. She wont believe me just as I didnt believe my mother.
I am happy to say when she woke up this morning she was her usual cheerful self. Full of beans, energy and confidence. Not a glimmer of the sad, insecure little person I saw the previous evening.
I will have to start anticipating these *radical* swings of emotion. I just pray for the wisdom in each moment to find the words.