I recently read an article titled, “Fabulous or Ordinary?” This particular article got me thinking so much about my own life.
Am I fabulous or am I ordinary?
WARNING: the word fabulous may be overused in this post so if you are bothered by fabulousness, proceed with caution.
There are so many women that you read about now days that are doing fabulous things.
I often compare myself to other women. I say to myself(in my head, of course), “Look at all they are doing, I could never do that, I am not good enough, or smart enough, or pretty enough. I am not fabulous.”
When I start self-loathing to myself in my head, then I repeat to myself 3 times(once again, in my head):
“You is kind, you is smart, you is important.” ;)
I look up to all kinds of women. I wish I could be like all kinds of women.
There are women out there who have turned their blogs into successful money making ventures. (sometimes I think my husband wishes I could or would do that; then he could quit his job. Maybe.)
There are women who are doing amazing service projects that are so big that my head spins sometimes thinking about it. I only wish I was that cool.
There are women who are changing the world by helping people in other countries do amazing things.
There are women who are taking on new scary business ventures and are becoming very successful at it.
There are women who write books, who write songs, who sing songs, and all these leave us thinking about something. Words and music can change us. These women change us.
There are amazing… well you get my point.
I am not one of those fabulous, famous, writing, changing the world women.
So I guess you could say I often feel as if I am just ordinary.
I wanted to know what my kids thought about being fabulous.
Do they think of me as one of those fabulous people?
I asked all four of them separately:
What makes me fabulous?
Tess said: “When you wear your sunglasses you are fabulous.”
Jex said: “All of your sunglasses make you fabulous.” (remember I asked them separately, oh, and I only own 3 pair of cheap sunglasses)
Stella said: “Your long hair makes you fabulous.”
Isaac said: “Your green eyes make you fabulous.”
I was so shocked by all their answers. I didn’t expect them to have answers that were only about my appearance.
It just proved to me that my kids find the word fabulous to describe one’s appearance and how we look.
So when we say that a person is fabulous, what does that really mean?
To my kids it means; you can be fabulous with just a $10 pair of sunglasses.
Maybe instead of saying that a person is fabulous, I should say that a person does fabulous things.
So then I rephrased my question and asked them one more time individually.
I asked, “ What does mommy do that makes her fabulous?”
Jex said: “You are a fabulous housekeeper.”
Tess said: “You are fabulous when you snuggle with me.”
Stella said: “When you run with me, you are fabulous.”(no running picture, sorry)
(so I found 2 holiday pics)
Isaac said: “When you plan all the fun holiday activities you are fabulous.”
It made me think about how we perceive fabulousness.
To my kids, the simple things I do make me fabulous.
Like making birthday cakes, might make me fabulous?
or braiding my girls hair?
or reading to my kids?
or listening on a bad day?
I don’t know? it’s all in the eye of the beholder.
What do we behold in others that we perceive as fabulousness?
In return, what do others see in you that makes you equally as fabulous?
It made me realize that we are all fabulous. We are all fabulous in someone’s eyes.
I want nothing more than to be a fabulous mother to my kids.
I am, however, not a fabulous pregnant person. We can’t be fabulous at everything. We can’t expect to be. We must learn to celebrate other’s successes, and then in turn celebrate our own.
We all do fabulous things. We can’t be fabulous at everything. There is always someone out there who believes what we do for them is fabulous.
Those women who are changing nations, who work full-time and are still full-time mothers, the women who write novels, and take on big challenges like loosing weight and succeed. I see you as fabulous.
The neighbor whose yard always looks awesome, or the woman at church whose children always look so put together, and even better the mom who gets her family to church on time. I find you fabulous.
The store clerk who always wears a smile, or the nurse who calms my fears at the doctor, and the woman who seemed uber frustrated at the store today because you had all 4 kids with you; and for a moment it got crazy, I think you are fabulous. (I used to be that woman.)
But aren’t we all? We are all fabulous. No one person is ordinary. We were all created by a loving father, in a miraculous and amazing way; so there is no way we can be ordinary.
You may feel ordinary, but you’re not.
Just ask someone who loves you.
Ask them what you do that makes you fabulous.
You will find that you are fabulous in someone’s eyes.
Post-edit: I wrote most of this post about 12 days ago. I had hoped to get it posted sooner, but I got super busy with life and actually haven’t opened my computer since then. I hope to share soon what is making me busy and taking me away from this place I love to be. However, something “fabulous” happened to me today and I just had to share it. It seems so fitting with this post.
I was out shopping at our local Sam’s Club today, and a women stopped me. She said, “I just have to ask, do you write a blog?” I replied, “Yes.” She responded back, “I just love your blog…..” and then she preceded to tell me all the things she loved about it. All the fabulous things she admired, and even some projects she has done that she found here. I just had to ask her, if she started reading it before I moved here or after and she replied, “before.” This made my heart happy. This means that this sweet girl has been reading my blog for quite sometime. This sweet girl, made me feel fabulous. I am not a famous fabulous blogger who is well-known, and gets stopped all the time. It is so nice, however, when someone does take the time to stop, and tell you they admire something about your doing.
So… Thank you sweet, and adorable, and fabulous, gal who stopped me in Sam’s today. You touched me deeply, on a day I needed it.
Before I walked away, I thanked her for stopping to tell me. This is a good reminder that we should all take the time to tell others that they are fabulous. It is important to remind them that the things they do are fabulous.
This sweet woman did that, right before we parted ways, she said, “don’t stop blogging, you are reaching people and doing great things; I just wanted you to know that.”
Today, I am thankful for this blog, my children, and that sweet beautiful woman who reminded me that I am fabulous; in my own way.
In a world of comparison, especially among women, it is nice to know that we are all fabulous in our own little way.
Tell someone today just how fabulous they are.