I'll admit, I worry about my daughter in later life. I worry about the way people will treat her, the hurt she will feel, and the pressures that "friends" will put onto her. I remember what it was like to be a teenager. It wasn't easy.
Yes, I realize I have a while before I really have to worry about it all. I always go back to Matthew 6:24-34 when I begin worrying about things...
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
It's a hard concept for me to understand. I worry about things. I just do, even though I know I shouldn't.
One thing I worry about is teaching my daughter about modesty. Something I definitely struggled with when I was younger. I wanted the boys to "notice me" but I went about it for all the wrong reasons.
There's a new video floating around FaceBook that I thought I would share about modesty and bathing suits. I will tell you this Mama now proudly wears a really cute one piece (thanks Keira), but this is one thing I wish I had heard when I was in middle or high school.
It's food for thought.
Do any other mommies of daughters out there worry about this too?