On our way to school the other day,
Faith and I had a conversation that went a little like this:
Faith: Mom, what type of shape would you say my face is?
Me: What?
Why do you ask?
Faith: I was just wondering..
Me: Sweetie, too much time and energy is wasted on
‘experts’ telling you who you
are and what you should be or do.
You and your sisters are very
lucky... You are all healthy and
beautiful.
Faith: Hmm..
Me: Okay, my point is this, the problem with these
sort of questions is this -- depending on who you’re asking, everyone will
have a different opinion.
Faith: Okay. I get it. But if you HAD to judge what shape my face was…
Me: In my opinion, if among all the different
shapes available, and there was one called “beautiful”, that would be what I
would pick.
Faith: Aww… thanks Mom.
The above is actually the abridged
version of our conversation -- I had gone into a lengthy soliloquy discussing
how differing people will often have contrasting opinions on a subject or
person based on their personal history and experiences. Everybody has an viewpoint about this
and that. It cannot be helped. What differentiates us from one another
is whether the belief is informed and how we allow that bias to direct the way
we behave on a day-to-day basis.
That said, at 40-something, I have long given up getting my knickers in
a knot about other people’s opinions, regardless of how keen they seem to want
to share them! Well, at least I try not to..
For as long as I can remember, the
majority of people I met have tried to guess my heritage. Depending on who I spoke with, they
often exclaimed such surprise at my Chinese or Spanish lineage; as they
expressed their varying opinions of what THEY thought I looked like. And to be honest, it got under my
skin. AND then, when I first
became a mother, no doubt like many new moms, I was fiercely protective of
anything said about my babies.
People, both strangers and the-more-familiar, would come up and share
their unsolicited opinions about the girls! JOY.
For example, for Faith, I’ve had
someone comment on how her naturally curly
hair was just baby hair and it was all going to fall off and become dead
straight! Even now, people are a
tad too keen to comment whether the girls look like Matt or me. My standard response? I tell them that I THINK my girls look
exactly like THEMSELVES and are beautiful.
Thankfully, over the years, I am
learning (I was going to say “I have learnt” but realized it wasn’t entirely
true!!) to not to be so sensitive about other people’s opinions. Even the ones who don’t believe me when
I tell them “no, I don’t perm my children’s hair”! I have learnt that human nature is that once people have
decided on something, most of the time, they have no interest in changing their
mind – because it would mean having to admit they were wrong to begin
with.
But in spite of all my posturing
about ‘opinion’, I actually drum into my girls that its important to have an
opinion; but I try to teach them to be reasonably au fait with their viewpoints
as opposed to following public opinion indiscriminately. As Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius once
said:
Everything we hear is an
opinion, not a fact.
Everything we see is a
perspective, not the truth
And with that, I continue to
encourage the girls to keep their eyes and opinions open as they make their way
through this world of ours.
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