Welcome back to the Confessions series! If you are wondering what this is all about check out the intro page to Confessions of an Imperfect Mother to read all about it and find links to all the fabulous posts thus far in the series! Today, the beautiful Gabrielle from MamaGab is sharing one of her confessions with us! I hope you enjoy!
I would’ve picked any color but that one.
In fact, if I would’ve known what color she would choose, I would’ve never told her she could pick any color of nail polish she wanted. I thought she’d pick pink. Isabelle always picks pink. It’s her favorite color. Purple would’ve been great too.
I told her she could pick any polish on this one certain shelf, the shelf with the polish that dries in 60 seconds. That’s about how long her little 4 year old body can sit still while her nails dry.
And she picked yellow.
I don’t paint my finger nails. If I get a manicure, which pretty much never happens, I go with a classic french manicure. My toes are usually some shade of pink. When I go to deliver my baby boys, I always get a blue pedicure, but otherwise, they’re pink. Lately, I’ve pushed the envelope with some of the trendier Essie colors, in my effort to know what’s in style again. But my boring classic nail polish colors always reflect my conservative, modest, and somewhat reserved personality.
And this yellow? It reflects her personality too, her sunny disposition. The sunny Isabelle with a flair for the dramatic who loves speaking in a British accent and singing songs everywhere she goes.
It’s not me.
I try to squeeze her into the Gabby mold, the mold that says little girls should have baby pink nail polish, maybe with some glitter, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll go with hot pink some days when we’re feeling spunky. It’s the same mold that wants her room clean, instead of having 20 shoes strewn out in a line, with little figurines sitting in every single one of them. “It’s a train, mommy!”
She is creative. I am not.
I love who I am. I love who she is. And she is not me.
I remind myself of that all the time. I see little parts of me inside of her, the side of her that loves to help around the house, that loves caring for the baby, and even the side of her that sings show tunes sometimes. She gets that from her mommy.
But I need to love the little person that God created her to be instead of pushing her to be more quiet, more still, and more me. She is, after all, only 4.
Four years old, with yellow fingernails and yellow toe nails, because mommy believes in keeping promises. And mommy promises to let Isabelle be Isabelle.
What was the last time you tried to control one of your children in an area that really didn’t matter?
When she’s not tripping over toys or cleaning up spit-up, Gabrielle Daigle blogs about authentic motherhood, walking with God, and all things related to homemaking. She loves baking, learning from other women, and encouraging moms through serving locally in MOPS (Mothers Of Pre-Schoolers). You can follow her blog MamaGab
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