Why My Girls Don’t Wear Hairbows

 Once upon a time, I was a young mom to the most amazingly gorgeous little brown-eyed baby. She was my heart and soul. My breath of life. My everything.
Every single morning, I would wake up to that sweet baby cooing at me. I would snuggle with her for a few precious moments before rising to conquer the day. Baths, filled with sweet songs, were followed by finding the most perfect outfit for my princess. Once we found just the right outfit, we’d add the icing.

From the day my girl was brought into this world, she always wore a hair bow, each perfectly created to match any outfit in her closet. This was back before big, boutique bows were in. Most baby girls simply wore measly little bows, no bigger than a tootsie roll, attached to a lace headband, that had been bought from (GASP!) Wal*Mart.
Everywhere we went, people commented on her custom made hair bows. One man who lives in our town even called her “Satellite Baby” anytime he seen her. He said her bows reminded him of the HUGE satellite dishes that took over people’s backyards in the 80’s and 90’s. I just smiled and reveled in the comments.

Flash forward to 2 more babies, 19 bajillion diaper changes, 2,487 sleepless nights and 9 years later. My girls wear a hair bow maybe once a month. That’s pushing it, though. In reality, it’s more like twice a year. (Family picture days, to be exact.) Although we have approximately 200 fancy-schmancy bows, they have no desire to wear a hair bow. And you know what? I’m perfectly okay with that.

In fact, I kind of enjoy the fact that the hundreds of dollars I’ve invested in hair bows now sit, untouched, in their bedrooms. Call me crazy. Call me lazy, unkept, an unfit mother, whatever the heck it is that you want to call me. I don’t care. (In fact, I can’t even hear what you’re calling me, so make it good!)

The fact that my strong-willed, mind-of-their-own, half-grown babies have now decided that they don’t need to wear a hair bow to be beautiful….it makes me smile. It makes this mama proud to know that they do not feel the need to fit in with the other girls, who continue to allow their mothers to put a quarter-pound bow on their already perfect little heads.  They know that they are perfectly imperfect and they are okay with that.

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A quick Google search will prove that ,adorable as they are, these huge mounds of ribbon are rather distracting from our daughters’ natural beauty.

I’m not going to lie. It was hard for me to swallow the fact that my babies didn’t want to wear a badge of honor. After all, a mom is only as good as the size of her daughter’s bow, right? But my girls know what they want and what they don’t want. And who am I to try to change their precious little minds?
Once I finally got  it through my thick skull that our hair bow days are probably over, I took a step back and saw all the adults who have not yet learned what my dolls already know: that their beauty comes from the inside.

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The moms in the pick-up line at school, wearing sky-high heels, perfectly plump red lips and dressed to perfection, all in hopes of approval.  The moms, who really just want love and adoration, seeking it out by hoping someone will notice just how “perfect” they are and want their friendships. The moms who would never dare let their child out of the house in jean shorts, hot pink cowgirl boots and a slightly stained Justice soccer shirt. The moms who spend months planning the perfect Halloween costume for their kids, so they’ll get the most “likes” when they post their photos of Facebook. The mom who strives to have the “Best Dressed”  first grader. The mom who wants everyone to believe that they are the perfect family because her daughter is always dressed to a “T” and has perfect waterfall braids in her hair.

I don’t want my girls to grow into “these” moms.
These moms could learn a thing or two from my little rug rats. We all know where true beauty comes from, but why do we still insist on conforming our children, by focusing on what we put on our bodies, instead of what we have on the inside to offer the world? Do you really want your daughter to be as concerned with looking picture perfect as you are? I don’t know about you, but I love the fact that I have 2 completely imperfect yet gorgeous daughters. They know they don’t have to be in the nicest clothes that money can buy. They have something that money can’t buy. Confidence, in who they are, not in who I want them to be. And that, my friends, is worth a whole-helluva lot.
Next time you get your child dressed for school, dress her up in compliments, instead of worrying about what accessories would look best with her outfit. Maybe, just maybe, your little princess will go to school and shine, brighter than any hot pink bow ever could.

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