My daughter came up to me on one recent Saturday and said "Daddy, I'm not pretty." I'm not going to lie: A little portion of my soul died right then. And it wasn't just the words, it was the sad way she said them. I was cut a thousand different ways. One of my focuses in parenting is trying not to just tell my kids something is "good" but explain why. Maybe its their use of several colors, or how they linked the colors, or how they stayed within the lines. I try to have a "why" for when something is "good." This is doubly true for my daughter. I try not to emphasize the fact that she is truly beautiful too much and instead emphasize her other qualities. I figure society and even her educators will spend enough time convincing her that looks are important and that she can't do math and science . I can spend my time convincing her that other aspects of her are important. "Daddy, I'm not pretty." It isn'...
We tried for one, and we ended up with a bushel of fun.