Pretty

The other night as I was getting dressed to go out, the following conversation occurred:

Abby: “You look pretty.”

Me: “Thank you.”

Abby: “Why do you want to look pretty?”

Me: “I don’t know. Why do you want to look pretty?”

Abby: “Because I want other people to think I’m pretty.”

That silenced me.

I hugged her and said a few words that I hope will resonate at some level but I still haven’t stopped thinking about it.

Is it irony or simply the circle of life that I’m finishing a book on insecurity while my four and a half year old is beginning to worry about what other people think of her appearance?

Either way, there’s a new layer to my prayers for my daughter.

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