You might remember Kallie…an original Brave Girl and a great blogger who has written many incredible posts for us. She also happens to be my oldest daughter! If you’ve wondered where she disappeared to, this beautiful piece she recently wrote will fill in some of those blanks. She wrote it last week as she was struggling through her 4th pregnancy…with a lap full of little ones and a very painful blood clot in her leg that, although harmless, had caused weeks of suffering with no relief in site. In the middle of all of that, she wrote this beautiful piece. I hope it makes you feel as good as it made me feel.
I love my beautiful body. It has done many miraculous things in its short 30 years, and will yet do marvelous things throughout my life and until it takes its last breath.
This body has taken me to incredible places…on hikes, on walks, on runs…to the mountains, oceans, rivers and rolling hills of this world….to the north, south, east and west where I’ve seen incredible things and met people whose love I hold in my heart.
This body has hugged the ones I love most. It has cleaned and cooked and cared for my family. It has experienced pregnancy and born our beautiful, kind, wonderful children. It has allowed me to experience things and express things that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to experience or express.
I love, honor and cherish my body for the priceless gift it is – a gift from God, given with weaknesses and frailties….opportunities for me to learn and grow.
I show my body I love it by speaking and thinking good words and thoughts about it. I love it, so I dress it well, groom it well and treat it the way I treat others that I love.
I honor my body by feeding it only the best food I have to offer it. I honor my body by listening to it, and trusting it when it asks me to stay away from certain foods and experiences. I honor it by giving it all the rest it requires – real, restful, deep sleep. I honor it by not expecting it to be able to do things that are beyond its capacity.
I show my body that I cherish it by treating it with compassion and mercy…by acknowledging its strengths and by gently, patiently, lovingly helping it overcome its weaknesses.
I love my hands for all the things they do before I even think to ask them.
I love my arms for the things they’ve allowed me to hold and carry….for holding my loved ones near to me…for cradling my babies.
I love my shoulders for the burdens they gracefully bear – burdens which are sometimes much bigger and heavier than it seems they should be asked to carry.
I love my neck for all that it lovingly supports…for all the coming and going it oversees – new blood in, old blood out, fresh air in, dead air out.
I love my head – my ears, my eyes, my nose, my mouth – through those tiny and under appreciated parts of me I experience the world…sweet conversations, laughter, the way the mountains look when the sun is just coming up, blue sky with giant puffy clouds, my babies’ first moments of life and every moment after that, Jeff’s blue, blue eyes and all the newness each year brings to his face, warm sunshine, flowers in spring, bird songs, wind and all the loveliness that home, family and life offer me.
I love my brain for the memories it tenderly holds. For reasoning through my greatest troubles, for guarding and controlling my complicated body systems.
I love my chest for all its years of breath in and breath out. I love it for holding my heart and for feeling fully all of the highs and lows myself and those I love have been through.
I love my abdomen for all it tightly holds. For carefully taking what my body needs from the food I give it…for the cleansing and purifying and detoxifying that happens there. For cradling each baby for 9 long months – providing everything they need and protecting them from harm. For stubbornly clinging to stretch marks – evidence that babies have grown there.
I love my hips for allowing me to freely move and bend. I love my bum for giving me a place to comfortably sit. I love my legs for holding me upright and for carrying me wherever I want to go.
I love my knees for holding me so often at toddler height. For providing a place for me to go for my most important conversations. For easily bending and unbending, allowing me to move freely.
I love my feet for all the places they’ve taken me. For the fun things we’ve done – jumping, walking, running, playing, swimming, long hours of cooking and baking. I even love my tiny little toes.
This body is the most magnificent blessing I have received or will ever receive. It is the starting place for all other blessings in my life. I will do my best today and every day to show my gratitude, love and appreciation for all the things this beautiful body does for me.