inseCURE.

Posted bycasey coombsPosted inToo lazy to label.

I hate my knees.

They are soft and chubby with just a little too much extra, flab. 

I keep them covered by pants, dresses, boots, long shorts, you name it. I deny the existence of my chubby knees. Who cares what they look like as long as they work right?

I also don’t appreciate how large my nose is. Never have. 

In my entire life I have never had a mean comment come back to me on either my nose or my chubby knees. No one has based their friendship with me on the size of my honker or how well I can pull off a miniskirt (which BTW, FAIL.)

The older the moosh gets the smarter that little kid gets. If she likes someone’s shoes, she tells them. She doesn’t care where they came from or how much they cost. She doesn’t even care if they’re covered in Barney and sing Wiggles theme songs. If she likes them, she says so.

I try my best to compliment someone as soon as the thought enters my head, but there’s times that I keep it to myself. Either because I’m feeling a bit selfish/insecure or because I don’t want to actually admit that “Wow, I really like your Acid Washed jeans with glittery butterflies!” because my own pride says that I can’t admit that I actually do like acid washed jeans with bejeweled insects.

In Disneyworld, the moosh didn’t care where little girls got their costumes from. She was just as excited to bond over a Cinderella dress from the thrift store as she was to bond with a little girl who’s mom just paid $200 for her to get gussied up at Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

She never cares what someone is wearing at the playground or what car they rolled up in. She doesn’t care if they have homemade PB&J or organic take out from the trendiest cafe for lunch. She only cares if she has fun playing with them. She never cares if someone has a big house full of fancy toys or a small apartment with only a basket of Happy Meal toys. What she cares about is how much fun she’ll have with whomever lives in that house. (Okay, so you kind of have to have dress ups in your house to win her over. Even if it’s just a pair of shoes.)

She never sees color in her friends. If anything she only notices hair texture, and even then she could care less if they have curly hair or no hair. As long as she has fun playing with them.

She has plenty of toys and loves a good movie. But the most fun she had today was dancing with me to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the living room until she giggled so hard she fell over.

When I look at her I wonder what the hell my problem is.

I asked her a month ago “What’s your favorite thing people can do?” 

“Play with me.” was her answer. She didn’t even have to think about it.
sproing.
I’m going to be spending a lot of time learning to think more like a four year old and less like a jerk.

61 thoughts on “inseCURE.”

  2. I can relate on the knee hate thing. I have a defect where my knees didn’t grow together properly. I spent a year in a wheelchair in the 5th grade to correct the problem. Now no one can tell but I notice the difference and let me tell you it is REALLY hard to find shorts that cover your knees that aren’t totally dumpy!

    Thinking like a 4 yr old can be a great thing, except when they blurt out inappropriate things like, “That guy has no arm!”

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  11. Here, here.

    I love how kids start out as such clean slates and think such pure thoughts. Keep on doing whatever you’re doing, parent-wise, because you’re doing a very good job. Especially since you realize that you can take a cue from her, too.

    The world needs more Mooshes.

    Today, I say we should all try to giggle so hard that we fall over. : o )

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  14. that brought tears, because it is so full of truth. I often wonder how I can keep my girls so honest and true to what is right. It’s a tough one.

    PS – in the middle of the night was thinking about your give-away. Haven’t thought of anything to write that’s quite good enough yet.

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  15. I’m sure G would be all over dressing up in princess dresses if that makes their relationship any better.

    BTW, I’m really enjoying your contest. Go, you. I’m a little sheepish because that is the first time I’ve used BTW instead of spelling it out.

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  21. Interesting that you wrote this right now…I’m trying something similar. Not thinking like a 4-yo, because I don’t have one around to inspire me, but definitely trying to be a better person. A lot of devastating stuff has happened in the last month or so, and this week I realized that I was tired of feeling angry and bitter about it. I’m reading “Eat Pray Love” and focusing on Christmas instead.

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  24. It’s hard for adults to adopt the attitudes of children. We just kind of grow out of it. But I try, I really do, when my kids teach me a lesson on how I should think, I do my best to follow their advice.

    BTW-the Moosh is so dang cute she makes my cheeks hurt.

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  25. It is amazing how as we grow up the expectations of our materialistic and “beauty is on the outside” idealistic society sink in and crush the innocence we have as children. We should all live in the moment while growing from each of them and each other.

    Great post and you have an adorable little girl!

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  29. Oh, my goodness, what a gorgeous doll she is. My 3 year old granddaughter has hair like that, only dark. Curls are just the BEST…even when they have a mind of their own and go where ever they want like our Autumn’s!

    You are so right on about the honesty of little ones. The other day I called my daughter to ask if she could return my hair cutting stuff. When she was telling her hubby that Grandma needs her stuff to give Grandpa a hair cut, sweet little Autumn says,”Granpa don’t need no haircut. He don’t have no hair.” We all just cracked up!

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  33. I do the same thing. I keep quiet when I think of something nice to say or want to compliment someone. I always think I’ll tell them in a little bit then the moment passes or I forget. Later on I’ll remember and think what a jerk I am for not saying something when I had the chance. I think it’s just human nature.

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  35. Oh my Gah! Could that little girl get any cuter? You is in trubba come teen years! And I still say you could do well in life on either side of the camera.

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  41. If that’s not a reason to have kids, then I don’t know what is. She is a doll. I want to be just like her one day!
    PS: I HATE my knees too. Always have…always will.

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