Cool mom yet?


So I took my girls and their friends to see the Hannah Montana Concert Movie in 3D. I’m hoping that makes me a “cool” mom because nothing else I’ve tried has worked. I was hoping for more of Billy Ray singing to me but I had to settle for young Miley Cirus wearing clothes that I really think she stole from my middle school closet. It was really fun. The girls sang and laughed and I enjoyed popcorn with my friend who is also in the running for coolest mom ever (I’m pretty sure we’re tied.) The entire time, I just kept thinking, “please stay a good girl Miley.” My girls look at her like she is the most amazing thing in the world. I remember that feeling. I loved Tiffany. Then Tiffany grew up and did some not-so-nice things. It seems like, all the icons my daughters adore are failing them. I can’t believe I used to sing Britney Spears songs to Brooke when she was a baby. Now I just pray she doesn’t catch a picture of her while we are at the grocery store check out line. I try to think of who would make a good role model for my daughters? Who can help them see their own beauty? Then it dawns on me. Me. I am the one that God has given to them to show them how to be a woman of character. Not Miley Cirus, not Ashley Tisdale, certainly not Britney Spears. Its me. It is up to me to teach them to be confident yet humble. Beautiful yet modest. That’s a lot of pressure for someone who is still trying to figure those things out myself. I hope they look at me and think I’m the most amazing thing ever. I hope I don’t let them down.

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