I don’t watch much TV and I usually have no clue about any media controversy unless I happen to see some tweets about it. Even then, I usually ignore those tweets and normally I would never tweet or blog about them. Mostly I’m just not interested in what some sensationalising TV show or journalist says about pretty much anything.
Yesterday I saw lots of tweets relating to nasty comments made by a journalist about Julie Goodwin’s appearance. Initially I ignored them. I know who Julie Goodwin is, I am not a fan of Master Chef but I saw a few episodes of the series she won and I quite like her style, but I always feel that buying into that kind of controversy only gives more weight to the nastiness that began it. But for some reason, I decided to click on a link, late last night, and I read Julie’s blog post in response to the criticism.
It’s a fabulously well written post about why judging someone based purely on their appearance is ignorant, but what hit home for me was this little paragraph…
As far as what I owe to myself and my children, I owe them food that is cooked from scratch, using as many fresh ingredients and as few additives as possible. I owe them mealtimes around the family table. I owe them the very best of myself, which includes (but is not limited to) keeping myself healthy via plenty of exercise, fresh air, fresh food and laughter. I owe them a broad world view and an education that includes how to be a compassionate human being. I owe them a safe home and a community surrounding them that loves them. And I owe it to them to be self-confident and self-loving so that they can feel the same no matter whether or not they end up looking like Brad Pitt.
This is the kind of mother I want to be.
The kind that creates a happy, healthy home for my children. The kind that cooks love into our meals. The kind who welcomes everyone into our home, regardless of what they look like or where they come from. The kind who can always stretch a meal for one more guest. The kind that finds the love in keeping of our home. The kind that values herself so that her children learn how important it is to value themselves. The kind that finds strength and love from judgement and hate.
Funny… This is not the post I intended to write today. It just sort of happened and perhaps that is a good thing.
I am not one to make new years resolutions, I never manage to keep them for more than a week any way. Perhaps this year I will spend a little time pondering the type of person I want to be. The type of mother, wife, friend, blogger I want to be… and this has been a great start.
What type of mother do you want to be?