Some wisdom for momma in the little one's section...

I went to the bookstore yesterday not knowing what exactly I wanted to buy... just knowing I had to go and linger among the books for a while and then purchase something for my little one. I walked the little kids' section and browsed for a bit and then I picked up a random book off the shelf.  I've been feeling a bit blue lately but put my whole heart into acting it out when reading it to my little one and by the end of it, we were both smiling from ear to ear.  Of course, she had no idea what he book was about, but my inflections were enough to cause her joy.  For me, however, the message was loud and clear and it came just in time.

"I Like Myself" by Karen Beaumont

I like myself, I'm glad I'm me.

There's no one else I'd rather be.

I like my eyes, my ears, my nose,

I like my fingers and my toes.

I like me wild, I like me tame,

I like me different, and the same.

I like me fast, I like me slow,

I like me everywhere I go.

I like me on the inside too,

for all I think and say and do.

Inside, outside, upside down,

from head to toe and all around,

I like it all, it all is me,

and ME is all I want to be.

and I don't care in any way what someone else may think or say.

I may be called a silly nut, or crazy cuckoo bird...

so what?

I'm having too much fun, you see,

for anything to bother me!

Even when I look a mess,

I still don't like me any less.

'Cause nothing in this world, you know,

can change what's deep inside and so...

No matter if they stop and stare

no person, ever, anywhere,

can make me feel that what they see

is all there really is to me.

I'd still like me with fleas or warts

or with a silly snout that snorts

or knobby knees or hippo hips

or purple polka dotted lips

or beaver breath or stinky toes

or horns protruding from my nose

or - YIKES- with spikes all down my spine

or hair that's like a porcupine.

I still would be the same you see,

I like myself because I'm ME!