Recently my daughter has been asking to start a blog of her own. As we have the ability to make it private and only let specific people read it, we agreed.
I spent an hour or so one Saturday helping her set up the mechanics of a blog. I tried to be as hands-off as possible, to let her be in charge. I kept reminding myself it was her blog, not mine.
She had been working on her first post for a while when I happened to glance down and see what she named her blog- “An Extraordinary Girl”. That made me smile. Then I paused and reflected.
When I was thinking of what to name my blog and what I wanted it to be known by, I wanted people to know that I’m no one extraordinary. I’m just a Mom who has a passion for writing and social justice. Anyone could be writing words similar to mine but I am the one standing up (virtually) and saying them. I’m just “An Ordinary Mom”, and that’s okay. Ordinary Mom’s can do extraordinary things.
It struck me however how completely opposite her blog name was to the one I had chosen. “An Extraordinary Girl”, it made me smile. It made me happy to realize she thinks of herself in that way. The world will be telling her soon enough that she isn’t. I love her confidence in herself and who she is with that statement. She is extraordinary. There is no one else out there like her. She’s a daughter of God, a person of great worth. I hope she keeps this close to her heart as she grows and experiences life. It reminds me that I too am extraordinary in my own right and not just “An Ordinary Mom”.
