Livin’ Like I Am 8 Years Old…
“Okay, girl...you’re 38...remember?!”But then I say, “I don’t care and in my heart and head I am gonna be hip forevs."
I think it’s okay to be trendy. I think it’s okay to be old school. I think it’s okay to be silly. I think it’s okay to be serious, or goofy, or maybe studious.
I think it’s okay to be YOU.
I know I have lived and have been in the process of really relearning who I am, the way I am made, the way I was before the world diluted my spirit.
I look at my 8-year-old daughter, Caylee, and I want to put her in a glass box and keep her like that forever. I don’t want her to stop picking out mismatched clothes.
I don’t want her to stop singing loudly or dancing in public. I don’t want her to stop coloring pictures or making funny bracelets. I don’t want her to tame her sass. I want her to keep all of these things because they make her, CAYLEE.
The way GOD made her.
The world has not gotten a hold of her yet and told her she had to stop any of these ways.
Now, I’m not about to go all “bubble boy” mom on her but I do want her to be so firm in her identity as she grows that when someone tells her “umm honey, you don’t dress nice or you don’t match”
-That she will look and them and say,
“I think I look FABULOUS! I am doing me and this is how I like to dress.”
I want us all to live like 8-year-olds forever.
Their minds are open, their hearts have no boundaries and they know who they are because they haven’t been watered down by the world.